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On a cold starry night in the winter time |
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Stood three old men by a mill pond in the moonlight |
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And they spoke of their young men in the front line |
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How they all wished them home for the christmas time |
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As they spoke from the east came a bright light |
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And it sparkled like pure gold in their sad eyes |
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And an angel came down on denshaw mill |
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Spreading her light all around on the darkside |
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Are you blind can you not see |
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Do you think that it's me who deceives? |
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He promised to be there if you believe, to carry you home |
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A hole as rotten as ever fouled the green earth |
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Was this old mill in its day, spoke the angel |
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Yet there's many a poor boy in foreign climes |
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Who would think this old mill now a palace fine |
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As she spoke from the mill there came laughter |
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Came the warm sounds of their young men like a summer breeze |
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And they rose in the night like fire bright |
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Spreading their light all around on the darkside |
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Are you blind can you not see |
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Do you think that it's me who deceives? |
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He promised to be there if you believe, to carry you home |
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No-one knows what became of the bonny lads |
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Posted missing, lost in action in a far land |
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Fools and heroes, gallant men, now side by side |
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With the old men who believed they came home that night |
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To the warmth of their homes at christmas time |
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To the peace of their homes at christmas time |
