Streets of New York - Bagatelle-歌词_2

Streets of New York - Bagatelle

I was eighteen years old

When I went down to Dublin

With a fistfull of money

And a cartload of dreams

Take your time

Said me father

Stop rushing like hell

And remember all is not

What it hardly even heard what the driver was sayin

We came in the Shore Parkway

To the faltlands of Brooklyn

To me uncle's apartment on East 53rd

I was feeling so happy I was humming a song

And I sang You're as free as a bird

Well to shorten the story what I found out that

Day then she got was shot down in an uptown

Foray and while I was flying my way to New York

Poor Benjy was lying in a cold city morgue

Well I phoned up the old fella told him the news

I could tell he could

Hardly stand up in his shoes

And he wept as he told me

'Go ahead with the plans

And not to forget be a proud Irish man'

So I went to Nellies beside Fordham road and

I started to learn about lifting the load

But the heaviest thing that I carried that year

Was the bittersweet thought of my hometown so dear

I went home that December 'cause the oul fella died

Had to borrow the money from Phil on the side

And all the bright flowers and brass couldn't hide

The poor wasted face of me father

I sold up the oul farmyard for what it

Was worth and into my bag stuck

A handful of earth I got you a train

And that I caught me a plane

I found meself back in the US again

It's been 22yrs since

I've set foot in Dublin

Me kids know to use the correct knife and fork

But I'll never forget the green grass and the rivers

As I keep law and order in the streets of New York