《Streets of New York》歌词

[00:00:00] Streets of New York - Bagatelle

[00:00:11] I was 18 years old

[00:00:13] When I went down to Dublin

[00:00:15] With a fist full of money

[00:00:18] And a cartload of dreams

[00:00:20] Take your time

[00:00:21] Said my father

[00:00:23] Stop rushing like hell

[00:00:25] And remember all is not

[00:00:27] What it seems to be

[00:00:30] For those fellows would cut you

[00:00:33] For the coat on your back

[00:00:35] Or the watch that you got

[00:00:37] From your mother

[00:00:40] So take care

[00:00:41] My young bucko

[00:00:42] And mind yourself well

[00:00:44] And will you give this wee note

[00:00:46] To my brother

[00:00:49] At the time Uncle Benjy

[00:00:51] Was a police man in Brooklyn

[00:00:54] And my father

[00:00:55] The youngest

[00:00:56] Looked after the farm

[00:00:58] When a phone call from America

[00:01:01] Said send the lad over

[00:01:03] And the old fella said

[00:01:05] Sure it wouldn't do any harm

[00:01:09] For I'd spent my life working

[00:01:11] This dirty old ground

[00:01:14] For a few pints of porter

[00:01:16] And the smell of a pound

[00:01:18] And maybe there's something

[00:01:20] You'll learn

[00:01:21] Or you'll see

[00:01:22] And you can bring it back home

[00:01:25] Make it easy on me

[00:01:29] So I landed at Kennedy

[00:01:31] And a big yellow taxi

[00:01:33] Carried me and my bags

[00:01:35] Through the streets

[00:01:36] And the rain

[00:01:38] My poor heart was thumping

[00:01:40] Around with excitement

[00:01:43] And I hardly even heard

[00:01:45] What the driver was saying

[00:01:47] We came in the short parkway

[00:01:50] Through the flatlands in Brooklyn

[00:01:52] To my uncle's apartment

[00:01:54] On east 53rd

[00:01:57] I was feeling so happy

[00:01:59] I was humming a song

[00:02:01] And I sang

[00:02:02] You're as free as a bird

[00:02:06] Well to shorten the story

[00:02:08] What I found out that day

[00:02:11] Was that Benjy

[00:02:12] Got shot down

[00:02:13] In an uptown foray

[00:02:15] And while I was flying

[00:02:18] My way to New York

[00:02:20] Poor Benjy was lying

[00:02:22] In a cold city morgue

[00:02:26] Well I phoned up the old fella

[00:02:28] And told him the news

[00:02:30] I could tell

[00:02:31] He could hardly

[00:02:33] Stand up in his shoes

[00:02:35] And he wept as he told me

[00:02:38] Go ahead with the plan

[00:02:40] And not to forget

[00:02:42] Always act like a man

[00:02:48] So I went up to Nellies

[00:02:50] Beside Fordham Road

[00:02:52] And I started to learn

[00:02:55] About lifting the load

[00:02:57] But the heaviest thing

[00:02:59] That I carried that year

[00:03:02] Was the bitter sweet thoughts

[00:03:04] Of my home town

[00:03:05] So dear

[00:03:08] I went home that December

[00:03:10] Because the old fella died

[00:03:12] Had to borrow

[00:03:14] The money

[00:03:15] From Phil on the side

[00:03:17] And all the bright flowers

[00:03:19] And brass couldn't hide

[00:03:22] The poor wasted face

[00:03:24] Of my father

[00:03:26] I sold up the old farmyard

[00:03:29] For what it was worth

[00:03:31] And into my bag

[00:03:33] Stuck a handful of earth

[00:03:36] And I got me a train

[00:03:38] And I boarded a plane

[00:03:40] And I found

[00:03:41] Myself back

[00:03:43] In the US again

[00:03:46] It's been 22 years

[00:03:48] Since I've set foot in Dublin

[00:03:51] My kids know to use

[00:03:53] The correct knife and fork

[00:03:58] But I'll never forget

[00:04:00] The green grass

[00:04:01] And the rivers

[00:04:03] As I keep law and order

[00:04:05] In the streets of New York