(Christmas) Bells of St. Ignatius

Duration

3:25

Genres

Holiday / Seasonal

Description

Lyrics

I heard the bells of St. Ignatius So I wrote a couple phrases On a Christmas card And mailed it to myself And while Midtown's filled with tourists Downtown sings the chorus Of a carol I ain't heard since I was twelve I got a package from my mother And a phone call from my brother I'll return them both When I work up the nerve And from the fire chiefs To the cop cars parked on Perry Street On to the MTA And every storefront on display The kids are counting down the days I wanna tell you Happy Christmas I hope you miss me something fierce I hope your shopping's done I hope you've gone and had your fun I hope you say you're coming back this year Now there's the church and there's the steeple And there's rows and rows of people Yeah I guess they find their way back every year But all the coins in the collection plate Won't pay the freight To make the yuletide gay Or to jingle all the way And I mean it when I say I wanna tell you Happy Christmas I wrote this song to make you cry I'll sing it loud as hell I'll ring the St. Ignatius Bells And catch the snowflakes fallin' from the sky I wanna Tell you Happy Christmas I wanna see you Christmas Day I'll want you New Year's Eve I'll want you when those tourists leave And the stores are breakin' down all their displays