Across the frosty fields we’d run
As off to mass we’d go
And our laughter it would echo
In the valley down below
The church bells would ring loud and clear
Inviting everyone
To celebrate
On Christmas morning
Everybody looked resplendent
In their finest set of clothes
Shoes were brightly polished
Hair was neatly combed
There’d be lots of cheerful banter
And handshakes by the score
Celebrating
Christmas morning
We’d sit with friends and neighbours
Who’d come from near and far
And listen to the story
Of the Wise Men and the star
But nothing could be sweeter
Than the pleasure we enjoyed
Singing ‘Silent Night’
As Gaeilge
But Christmas it is changing
And the world is not the same
Forgotten are the simple things
We’ll never see again
So I’m glad I have the memories
Of the way it used to be
Celebrating
Christmas morning.