[INTRO gentle acoustic guitar fingerpicking only, no vocal, no other instruments] [VERSE 1 solo Irish female vocal, clear accent, over soft guitar picking only, no harmonies] There’s a plate on the table with crumbs of pie Little boots by the doorway, coats hung dry Street’s gone quiet under winter skies But I swear I hear bells when I close my eyes [PRE-CHORUS same voice and guitar, slightly stronger strum, still no other sounds] I’m a bit too old to be sure it’s true But it feels like Christmas when I think of you [CHORUS solo Irish female vocal, steady guitar strum only, no extra voices, no extra instruments] When Santa stops by in the dead of night Leaves a trail of wonder in the fairy lights It’s not just the presents on the floor It’s the way this house feels something more When Santa stops by and the world turns kind I remember how it felt to have a child’s mind [VERSE 2 back to gentler picking, same single vocal, no harmonies] There’s a list on the fridge with a shaky name Spelled all wrong but the wish the same “Please make everyone happy, keep them near” Written small in a corner by my little dear [CHORUS repeat main chorus, same melody and words, slightly more emotion, still one voice and one guitar only] When Santa stops by in the dead of night Leaves a trail of wonder in the fairy lights It’s not just the presents on the floor It’s the way this house feels something more When Santa stops by and the world turns kind I remember how it felt to have a child’s mind [BRIDGE very soft, almost whispered, light guitar picking only, no added vocals or instruments] Maybe he’s a story, maybe he’s a sign Of the bit of hope we hide inside [FINAL CHORUS same lyrics as chorus, biggest vocal intensity but still only single Irish female voice and single acoustic guitar, no harmonies, no extra parts] When Santa stops by in the dead of night Leaves a trail of wonder in the fairy lights It’s not just the presents on the floor It’s the way this house feels something more When Santa stops by and the world turns kind I remember how it felt to have a child’s mind [OUTRO gentle guitar picking slows and fades, last chord rings out, no vocal]
