Streets of New York 歌詞
Streets of New York - The Wolfe Tones
Written by:Wolfe Tones
I was eighteen years old
When I went down to Dublin
With a fist full of money
And a cartload of dreams
Take your time said my father
Stop rushing like hell
And remember all's not
What it seems to be
For there's fellas who'd cut you
For the coat on your back
Or that watch that you got from your mother
So take care my young Buck
And mind yourself well
Would you give this wee note to my brother
At the time uncle bendy was a policeman in Brooklyn
And my father the youngest
Looked after the farm
Til a phone call from
America said send the lad over
And my old fella said
Sure wouldn't do any harm
For I've spent my life working this dirty old ground
For a few pints of porter
And the smell of a pound
Sure maybe there's something
You'll learn or you'll see
And you can bring it back home
Make it easier on me
So I landed at Kennedy
And a big yellow taxi
Carried me and my bags
Through the streets and the rain
Well my poor heart was thumping
Around with excitement
And I hardly even heard
What the driver was saying
We came in the shore parkway
Through the flat lands in Brooklyn
To my uncle's apartment on east 53 rd
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
Was that bendy got shot
Down in an uptown foray
And while I was flying my way to new York
Poor bendy was lying in a cold city morgue
Well I called up my 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 plan
And not to forget be a proud Irish man
So I went up to Nellie's beside ford ham road
And I started to learn about lifting my load
But the heaviest thing
That I carried that year
Was the bittersweet thoughts of
My hometown so dear
I went home that December cause my old fella died
I had to borrow the money
From a fella on the side
And all the bright flowers and brass couldn't hide
The poor wasted face of my father
I sold off the old far yard for what it was worth
And into my bag stuck a handful of earth
Then I boarded a train and I caught me a plane
And I found myself back in the u s again
It's been twenty two years since I set foot in Dublin
My 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