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Darcy The Dragon   
03:06
Roger Whittaker
Greg Adams
Eric Robertson
#5 Disc: 1
 
 

Album Details:
 
 
RCA Victor
The Roger Whittaker Christmas Album 
9026680062
1 CD
12
1994
00.00.0000
USA
15.08.2006
 
 
 
Christmas was coming, and Darcy the dragon,
was thinking what he should do.
Go through the forest and into the village
to pick up a gift or two.
For through the forest dear Darcy had friends,
that he loved very much.
He thought it'd be fine, at Christmas-time,
to give each a present or such.

But Darcy'd forgotten the very thing
that makes a dragon unique.
Unlike a horse, a dragon, of course,
breathes fire whenever he speaks.
Off to town dear Darcy went,
but woe is me, oh lament,
before a dragon penny was spent,
he'd started a tiny fire.

He said, he was sorry.
Our Darcy did, he helped put the fire out.
The folks forgave him, for he been kind
and Darcy went looking abound.
Into the toy shop did Darcy go
with thoughts of his forest friends.
Iíll buy each a game, he said with a flame
and the second fire it was then.

And this time, when the fire was out,
the villagers charged along.
Pursuing Darcy with angry shouts:
'Be off! Away! Be gone!'
Poor Darcy sparked,' No harm I meant!'.
But from the village he was sent.
And woe is me and oh lament.
No presents for his friends!

Darcy was sad as he sad of the age,
of the forest by and by.
No gifts would he have to offer his friends.
A tear roll from his eye.
A storm did gather and soon did hit,
cause a mighty wind that blue.
And Christmas snow did whirl and blow
and he wondered what to do

As Darcy let out with a dragonís cry,
he opened his mouth so wide,
that the wind and snow blew right down his throat
and put out the fire inside!
When Darcy realized the fire was out,
first a whisper, then a SHOUT!
And a laugh to know he could speak without
starting another fire!

But now it was late on a Christmas Eve.
He was up, and off with a roar!
He raced to the village and he cried out.
'My fire! he un no more!'
From shop to shop he then did go.
In each he made his choice.
Darcy was treated so kindly now,
No need to fear his voice!

The villagers came to the edge of town
and Darcy waved good-bye.
'Come back again, if ever you can!'
They said, and he said that he'd try.
Merry Christmas all did say,
as to the woods he made his way.
Tomorrow within be Christmas day
and a merry Christmas to be.
 
eingetragen von:
M. Schulz
eingetragen am:
16.06.2006