《The Streets of New York》歌词

[00:00:00] The Streets of New York - Wild Colonial Bhoys

[00:00:08] I was 18yrs old when

[00:00:10] I went down to dublin with a fistful

[00:00:13] Of money and a cartload of dreams

[00:00:17] Take your time said me father

[00:00:19] Stop rushing like hell and remember

[00:00:22] All is not what it seems to be

[00:00:26] For there's fellas that would cut ye for

[00:00:29] The coat on yer back

[00:00:30] Or the watch that you got from your mother

[00:00:34] So take care me young bucko

[00:00:36] And mind yourself well and give this

[00:00:39] Wee note to me brother

[00:00:42] At the time uncle benjy was a policeman in brooklyn

[00:00:46] And me father the youngest looked after the farm

[00:00:51] When a phonecall from america said

[00:00:53] Send the lad over

[00:00:54] And the oul fella said sure wouldn't do any harm for

[00:01:01] I've spent my life working this dirty old ground

[00:01:04] For a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound

[00:01:08] Sure maybe there's something you'll learn or you'll see

[00:01:12] And you can bring it back home make it easy on me

[00:01:25] So I landed at kennedy and a big yellow taxi

[00:01:30] Carried me and me bags through the streets and the rain

[00:01:35] Well me poor heart was thumpin around with excitement

[00:01:39] And I hardly even heard what the driver was saying

[00:01:44] We came in the shore parkway to the faltlands of brooklyn

[00:01:48] To my uncle's apartment on the east 53rd

[00:01:53] I was feeling so happy I was humming a song

[00:01:57] And I sang you're as free as a bird

[00:02:01] Well to shorten the story what

[00:02:03] I found out that day was that

[00:02:06] Benjy was shot down in an uptown foray and

[00:02:09] While I was flying my way to new york

[00:02:13] Poor benjy was lying in a cold city morgue

[00:02:18] Well I phoned up the old fella told him the news

[00:02:22] I could tell he could

[00:02:24] Hardly stand up in his shoes and he wept as he told me

[00:02:29] Go ahead with the plans

[00:02:31] And not to forget be a proud irish man

[00:03:17] So I went to nellies beside fordham road and I started

[00:03:22] To learn about lifting the load

[00:03:26] But the heaviest thing that I carried that year

[00:03:30] Was the bittersweet thoughts of my hometown so dear

[00:03:36] I went home that december cause the oul fella died

[00:03:40] Had to borrow the money from phil on the side

[00:03:45] And all the bright flowers and brass couldn't hide

[00:03:49] The poor wasted face of me father

[00:03:53] I sold up the oul farmyard for what

[00:03:56] It was worth and into my bag stuck

[00:04:00] A handful of earth then

[00:04:02] I caught me a train or the plane

[00:04:06] And I found meself back in the us again

[00:04:11] It's been 22yrs since

[00:04:14] I've set foot in dubling

[00:04:16] Me kids know to use the correct knife and fork

[00:04:22] But I'll never forget the green grass and the rivers

[00:04:27] As I keep law and order in the streets of new york