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Darcy the Christmas Dragon
by Greg Adams and Eric Robertson, Performed by Roger Whittaker
(The Roger Whittaker Christmas Album, 1978)

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
Whom 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, oh Darcy did.
He helped put the fire out.
The people forgave him, for he'd been kind,
And off he went looking about.
Into the toy shop did Darcy go,
With thoughts of his forest friends.
"I'll buy each a game!" he said with a flame -
And the second fire, it was then.

This time, when the fire was out,
The villagers charged along
Pursuing Darcy with angry shouts:
"Be off! Away! Be gone!"
Poor Darcy spoke,"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 sat at the edge
Of the forest by and by.
No gifts would he have to offer his friends.
A tear rolled from his eye.
A storm gathered and soon it hit
With a mighty wind that blew,
And Christmas snow did whirl and blow
And he wondered what he would do.

As Darcy let out with a dragon 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!

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! 'e are 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 will be Christmas day -
And a merry Christmas to thee!