A Christmas storm was breaking,
there were people in the square
there was magic in the air.
My mama held my hand in her hand,
till we reached the chapel on the hill.
That the choir boys made a wonderful noise,
I can hear that melody still.
The choir boys were singing out,
the chapel bells were ringing out,
I heard the Christmas story then
Of the power an d the glory then
That Christmas morning in Donegal
I hear the singing clearly,
the mu sic still ringing in my ears
And that sense of wonder and magic
I've treasured through all the years
I'm now on the fairy lights glistening
And the presents lie underneath the tree
Then my memory will stray
to that one Christmas day
To the chapel my mother and
The choir boys were singing out,
The chapel bells were ringing out,
I heard the Christmas story then
Felt the power an d the glory then
In Donnygole, that Christmas morning,
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