Christmas Journey

I walked north one day Trying to find Christmas Morn What would I find, a little delight And maybe a little goodwill I remember my journeys, hundreds it seems Between the cold north and the Irish green From the spiraling northern towers and the mossy Castle ruins The bitter snow flew into my face The woolen coat thick did little to stiffen the wind The crunchy ice beneath my feet so little like the ground in emerald From which I walked for so long The green trees of evergreen I had left far behind What I need, All I need, Is peace And goodwill towards men