A Christmas Storm was breaking; there are people in the square
There was snow high on the mountain, there was magic in the air
My mother held my hand in her hand, till we reached the chapel on the hill
And the choirboys made a wonderful noise; I can hear that melody still

Choir Boys Sing

The choirboys were singing out, the chapel bells were ringing out
That Christmas morning when peace lay o'er the world.
I heard the Christmas story then, of the power and the glory then
That Christmas morning in Donegal.

I hear the singing clearly, the music sweet in my ears
And that sense of wonder and magic I've treasured through all the years.

And now the fairy lights glisten, and the presents lie underneath the tree
That my memory would stray to the one Christmas day,
To my Mother, the chapel and me.

Choir Boys Sing

The choirboys were singing out, the chapel bells were ringing out
That Christmas morning when peace lay o'er the world.
I heard the Christmas story then, of the power and the glory then
That Christmas morning in Donegal.