Christmas Eve, 1943 Songtext
von Tom McRae

Black crow at my window pane
Hammers out his refrain
An omen of dark skies
Coming of hard times
Coming of rain

And I light a fire each night
Your letters, they burn so bright
In copper and blue flame
Illuminate your name
In their dying light

So Lord, if you′re listening
On this Christmas Eve
Would you carry a spark, Lord
To my baby for me
A dress made from my parachute
We married for love so true
And you were my darling
And I was free falling
Down into you


But time wears a hole, Lord
In young lovers hearts
And through it I fell, Lord
Fell long and fell hard

Lord, if you're listening
On this Christmas Eve
Would you tell her, "Forgive me"
Tell her I′m on my knees

The moon had a ragged edge
And I pulled her close to my chest
And from her cold lips I
Stole one last kiss I
Squeezed one last breath

So Lord, if you're listening
On this Christmas Day
Would you tell my sweet baby
I'm on my way

And if you send me to hell, Lord
Tell her all that I′ve said
One last shot of whisky
One last shot of lead


And if you send me to hell, Lord (send me to hell, Lord)
Tell her all that I′ve said (all that I've said)
One last shot of whisky (one last shot)
One last shot of lead (one last shot)

And if you send me to hell, Lord (send me to hell, Lord)
Tell her all that I′ve said (all that I've said)
One last shot of whisky (one last shot)
One last shot of lead (one last shot)

And if you send me to hell, Lord (send me to hell, Lord)
Tell her all that I′ve said (all that I've said)
One last shot of whisky (one last shot)
One last shot of lead