Carry Me Home Lyrics - Singles - Hey Rosetta!

This hotel is cheap 

And the pillows stink 

And there's not a single thing 

To say it's Christmas Eve 

Oh Saint Nicholas 

I know I ain't in your list 

But if you're listening 

I need a bus ticket 

I came through Montreal 

I lost a lot of dough 

Could find no honest job 

So I did some other ones 

Got into trouble and 

I had to run or suffer 

And then a long road 

Into a long December 

Over the water and 

Over the border and 

Over the open land 

To this Ramada Inn 

No overbooking here 

No sort of holy birth 

No miracles occurring 

No nodding creatures stirring 

Oh Saint Stephen 

Where is your feast when I 

When I so sorely need it 

When I've been hardly eating 

But I'd give my food and drink 

To see my home again 

To see my mother's hand 

Against her apron edge 

Oh 

Oh 

Oh (x2) 

Oh Saint Christopher 

Send me a Christian word 

Send me a southern wind 

Oh send me up to my kin 

Hear the boys singing 

Through their drunken grinning 

Oh Jesus, Joseph, Mary 

I hear their voices carry 

Carry me home 

Home 

Home (x2) 

Can any saints hear me? 

Is there any angel near me? 

If you won't lift me up 

Then would you send my love 

Back to my home 

Back to my only shelter 

Where in the awful weather 

I will be warm and welcome 

Back to my home 

Home 

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