Lyrics

Here in Ulster Christmas time,
As sweet a bell as ever did rhyme.
A little tighter handshake, I slightly longer kiss,
A little more fun in the pantomime.

The prods and taigs now have a chance,
To take back all their won'ts and can'ts.
After all the dogma from the demagogues,
The only cause left to advance, is . . .

Peace in this place, peace in this place.

It took them 25 years to say,
It's time to throw this game away.
When the wins and loses add up to nil.
We're gonna try another way.

At Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve,
In a somber homily,
We are all invited to join our hands and pray, and
Hope against hope to believe, in . . .

Peace in this place, peace in this place.

Tempered by the lingering fears,
Viewed with eyes filled with tears.
It is a peace as fragile as this crystal glass
Raised in hope and good cheer, for . .

Peace in this place, peace in this place.
Peace in this place, peace in this place.