Saturday, August 9, 2014

Dublin's There for Me

I hear the lights of Dublin
They flicker like a stove
I hear the lights of Dublin
Are something to behold

With all the songs that are written
and lovers to be
I'm too young to know much
But Dublin's there for me

My green and white cotton bed clothes
They match my curtain rail
Though I don't have the money
I know where I would sail

In dime stores and bus stations
Is where I want to be
I'm too young to know much
But Dublin's there for me

With violins and piano
I'd sing to my heart's content
I'd sing of the wild rover
Who couldn't pay the rent

I'd play my songs for whiskey
and see what I could see
I'm too young to know much
But Dublin's there for me

If the pieces fit together
I'll start to rent a place
I'd bunk with a Dublin flower girl
I wouldn't need much space

And when my needs are done with
I'll fly to Sicily
But I'll come back to Dublin
'Cause Dublin's there for me

I hear the lights of Dublin
They flicker like a stove
I hear the lights of Dublin
Are something to behold

With all the songs that are written
and lovers to be
I'm too young to know much
But Dublin's there for me

I'm too young to know much
But Dublin's there for me
But I'll come back to Dublin
'Cause Dublin's there for me

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