Christmas Morning, Donegal - Celtic Thunder, Paul Byrom

A Christmas Storm was breaking;

there are people in the square

There was snow high on the mountain, there was magic in the air

My mother held my hand in her hand, till we reached the chapel on the hill

And the choirboys made a wonderful noise;

I can hear that melody still

The choirboys were singing out, the chapel bells were ringing out

That Christmas morning when peace lay o’er the world

I heard the Christmas story then, of the power and the glory then

That Christmas morning in Donegal

I hear the singing clearly, the music sweet in my ears

And that sense of wonder and magic I’ve treasured through all the years

And now the fairy lights glisten, and the presents lie underneath the tree

That my memory would stray to the one Christmas day to the chapel,

and Mother and me

The choirboys were singing out, the chapel bells were ringing out

That Christmas morning when peace lay o’er the world

I heard the Christmas story then, of the power and the glory then

That Christmas morning in Donegal