It’s warm in by the fire but it’s cold out on the street
My body’s tired my hand are freezing, blisters on my feet
I walk the streets of Bristol like I’ve done each day this year
It’s Christmas time in England and for me it holds no cheer
I’m sick of sitting outside departmental stores at night
Where people shout abuse at me as if I have no right
To sit there with my begging bowl just coppers in my tin
It’s Christmas time in England and the night’s are drawing in.
My mother always used to read the Christmas tale to me
I’d listen quite intently as I sat upon her knee
She said, ‘When you’re a grown man you will share this with your son.’
But it’s Christmas time in England and I haven’t anyone.
As you eat your Christmas dinner of turkey, sprouts and spud
And after cream or brandy butter on your Christmas pud
Me? I’ll have a piece of pizza that someone threw away
It’s Christmas time in England and the cafe’s shut all day
As you decorate your living room, I’ll huddle in my box
It hasn’t central heating, but it’s everything I’ve got
I’ll take a swig of whiskey just to keep the cold at bay
It’s Christmas time in England, Santa Claus is on his way.
As you open up your presents sat around the Christmas tree
With friends and family round you, please pray spare a thought for me
My face may be unshaven and my hair might be a mess
It’s Christmas time in England and the people can’t care less.