《Streets of New York》歌词

[00:00:00] Streets of New York - Wolfe Tones

[00:00:00] Written by：Wolfe Tones

[00:00:14] I was eighteen years old

[00:00:17] When I went down to Dublin

[00:00:19] With a fist full of money

[00:00:21] And a cartload of dreams

[00:00:24] Take your time said my father

[00:00:27] Stop rushing like hell

[00:00:29] And remember all's not

[00:00:31] What it seems to be

[00:00:34] For there's fellas who'd cut you

[00:00:37] For the coat on your back

[00:00:39] Or that watch that you got from your mother

[00:00:43] So take care my young Buck

[00:00:45] And mind yourself well

[00:00:48] Would you give this wee note to my brother

[00:00:52] At the time uncle bendy was a policeman in Brooklyn

[00:00:56] And my father the youngest

[00:00:58] Looked after the farm

[00:01:02] Til a phone call from

[00:01:04] America said send the lad over

[00:01:06] And my old fella said

[00:01:08] Sure wouldn't do any harm

[00:01:11] For I've spent my life working this dirty old ground

[00:01:16] For a few pints of porter

[00:01:18] And the smell of a pound

[00:01:21] Sure maybe there's something

[00:01:23] You'll learn or you'll see

[00:01:25] And you can bring it back home

[00:01:27] Make it easier on me

[00:01:33] So I landed at Kennedy

[00:01:35] And a big yellow taxi

[00:01:37] Carried me and my bags

[00:01:39] Through the streets and the rain

[00:01:42] Well my poor heart was thumping

[00:01:45] Around with excitement

[00:01:47] And I hardly even heard

[00:01:49] What the driver was saying

[00:01:52] We came in the shore parkway

[00:01:55] Through the flat lands in Brooklyn

[00:01:57] To my uncle's apartment on east 53 rd

[00:02:01] I was feeling so happy

[00:02:03] I was humming a song

[00:02:05] And I sang you're as free as a bird

[00:02:08] Well to shorten the story

[00:02:12] What I found out that day

[00:02:14] Was that bendy got shot

[00:02:16] Down in an uptown foray

[00:02:20] And while I was flying my way to new York

[00:02:24] Poor bendy was lying in a cold city morgue

[00:02:30] Well I called up my old fella

[00:02:32] Told him the news

[00:02:34] I could tell he could hardly

[00:02:36] Stand up in his shoes

[00:02:39] And he wept as he told me

[00:02:41] Go ahead with the plan

[00:02:43] And not to forget be a proud Irish man

[00:02:51] So I went up to Nellie's beside ford ham road

[00:02:55] And I started to learn about lifting my load

[00:03:01] But the heaviest thing

[00:03:02] That I carried that year

[00:03:05] Was the bittersweet thoughts of

[00:03:07] My hometown so dear

[00:03:10] I went home that December cause my old fella died

[00:03:15] I had to borrow the money

[00:03:17] From a fella on the side

[00:03:20] And all the bright flowers and brass couldn't hide

[00:03:24] The poor wasted face of my father

[00:03:28] I sold off the old far yard for what it was worth

[00:03:33] And into my bag stuck a handful of earth

[00:03:38] Then I boarded a train and I caught me a plane

[00:03:42] And I found myself back in the u s again

[00:03:48] It's been twenty two years since I set foot in Dublin

[00:03:53] My kids know to use the correct knife and fork

[00:03:58] But I'll never forget the green grass and the rivers

[00:04:02] As I keep law and order in the streets of new York