Rare Old Christmas

Rare Old Christmas - Ed Miller

Written by：Traditional

If I could give a gift to thee to hold to your heart dear

I'd give the gift of Irish Hills so you could wander free

And when you'd walk them all I think there's something more I'd bring

The gift of Irish laughter now so you could learn to sing

It's a rare old Christmas with rare old times

With good warm feelings when all are living tonight

And every foolish notion leads to feelings that might start

To make the prayers the children pray come true with all our hearts

If you could give a gift to me that I could hold so dear

I'd love to see you smile upon my life without a tear

And when you've smiled it all away there's something more you'd bring

The gift of gifts remembering that you learned how to sing

It's a rare old Christmas with rare old times

With good warm feelings when all are living tonight

And every foolish notion leads to feelings that might start

To make the prayers the children pray come true with all our hearts