Dublin

After our affair, I swore that I'd leave Dublin

And in that line I'd left behind

The years, the tears, the memories

And you in DublinAt the quays, friends come and say farewell

We'd laugh and joke and smoke

And later on the boat

I'd cry over youHow can I leave the town that brings me down

That has no jobs, is blessed by God

And makes me cry?

DublinAnd at sea with flowing hair

I'd think of Dublin

Of Grafton Street and Derby Square

And those for whom I care and you