Happy me Christmas tree
It was Christmas time in the emerald land
And Winter had touched her with his icy hand
The moor looked enchanting from the snow on the ground
And the glen wore the winter like an icy, white gown
Father made love to the Blarney Stone
And could talk till your ears were blue
And he'd tell you these stories of romance and glory
And swear that they're all true
We had cousins from Dublin and aunts from Belfast
But of all our guests, the least was not last
Uncle O'Malley came from the U.S.A.
And brought wondrous gifts for his Christmas Day
But the greatest gift he brought from America
Was music for God, the Bossanova