Hey Rosetta! – Carry Me Home lyrics

  • 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
    Home…

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