Will ya make home for Christmas will ya make it home at all
To the sweet green glens of Antrim or the hills of Donegal
To those cobble streets of Dublin or to hear Corks Shandon’s call
To the golden sands of Wexford back to sing The Galway Shawl

Failte abhaile welcome home to the old country
Failte abhaile welcome home to your family
Failte abhaile welcome home for this Christmas feast
Failte abhaile welcome home welcome home

From the southside of Chicago or Darwin’s humid heat
Or a scaffold in the Emirates working at two thousand feet
From the hospitals of London or the clubs of Glasgow town
There is a Failte in your county glad to see you back around

Failte abhaile welcome home to the old country
Failte abhaile welcome home to your family
Failte abhaile welcome home for this Christmas feast
Failte abhaile welcome home welcome home

There are loved ones lost and broken there are tables with less seats
Everybody’s missing someone memories formed are bittersweet
On the trains and planes in ships and cars the old journey will begin
Will you make it home for Christmas to hear everybody sing

Failte abhaile welcome home to the old country
Failte abhaile welcome home to your family
Failte abhaile welcome home for this Christmas feast
Failte abhaile welcome home welcome home