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It's the night before Christmas, seven o'clock,
A rusty old dragger ties up at the dock;
She's rigged out in lights from her stem to her stern,
To spend Christmas Eve in St. John's.
All the sailors are tired, lonely and bored,
A piece of dry land is what they're longing for;
But their hearts are away on some foreign shore,
This Christmas Eve in St. John's.
Though it's Christmas, Feliz Navidad,
In a faraway country a young girl is sad;
It's the night before Christmas, she misses her dad,
Spending Christmas Eve in St. John's.
Like the Maji that travelled from the East long ago,
Up to the hilltop to Mass they'd all go;
Their Lady of Fatima waits for them there,
This Christmas Eve in St. John's.
They hear the old carols sung when they were young,
They don't sound the same sung in this foreign tongue;
Their hearts are warmed but their eyes tell the tale,
This Christmas Eve in St. John's.
Though it's Christmas, Feliz Navidad,
In a faraway country a young girl is sad;
It's the night before Christmas, she misses her dad,
Spending Christmas Eve in St. John's.
Back to their ships the sailors all go,
To a crèche by a porthole and new fallen snow;
And soon it's back to the fish they must go,
This Christmas Eve in St. John's.
Though it's Christmas, Feliz Navidad,
In a faraway country a young girl is sad;
It's the night before Christmas, she misses her dad,
Spending Christmas Eve in St. John's.
This Christmas Eve in St. John's,
(SPOKEN) It's Christmas....
(SUNG) in St. John's.
This variant was recorded by D'Arcy Broderick of Bay de Verde, NL, on a compilation album by various artists (Christmas In The Harbour, trk#7, 1998, First City Productions Inc, St. John's, NL).
