《Streets of New York》歌词

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

[00:00:11] I was eighteen years old when I went down to Dublin

[00:00:15] With a fistfull of money and a cartload of dreams

[00:00:19] Take your time said me father stop rushing like hell

[00:00:24] And remember all's not what it seems to be

[00:00:28] For there's fellas would cut ye

[00:00:30] For the coat on yer back

[00:00:32] Or the watch that ye got from yer mother

[00:00:36] So take care me young buck-o

[00:00:39] And mind yourself well

[00:00:40] And will you give this wee note to me brother

[00:00:45] At the time Uncle Benjy was a policeman in Brooklyn

[00:00:48] And me father the youngest looked after the farm

[00:00:54] When a phone call from

[00:00:55] America said send the lad over

[00:00:58] And the oul fella said 'sure it wouldn't do any harm'

[00:01:02] For I've spent my life working this dirty old ground

[00:01:06] For a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound

[00:01:10] And sure maybe there's something you learn loyalty

[00:01:13] And you can bring it back home

[00:01:16] Make a duty on me

[00:01:21] So I landed at Kennedy and a big yellow taxi

[00:01:25] Carried me and me bags through the streets and the rain

[00:01:31] Well me poor heart was thumpin' around with excitement

[00:01:34] And I hardly ever heard what the driver was saying

[00:01:40] We came in the Shore Parkway

[00:01:41] To the Flatlands in Brooklyn

[00:01:43] To me Uncle's apartment on East 53rd

[00:01:47] I was feeling so happy 1 was humming a song

[00:01:51] And I sang 'You're as free as a bird '

[00:01:55] Well to shorten the story what I found out that day

[00:01:59] Was that Benjy got shot down in an uptown foray

[00:02:04] And while I was flying my way to New York

[00:02:08] Poor Benjy was lying in a cold city morgue

[00:02:12] Well I phoned up the ould fella told him the news

[00:02:16] I could tell he could hardly stand up in his shoes

[00:02:21] And he wept as he told me Go ahead with the plans

[00:02:25] And not to forget be a proud Irish man

[00:02:31] So I went up to Nellies beside Fordham Road

[00:02:35] And I started to learn about lifting the load

[00:02:40] But the heaviest thing that I carried that year

[00:02:44] Was the bittersweet thoughts of my hometown so dear

[00:02:49] I went home that December 'cause the oul fella died

[00:02:53] Had to borrow the money from Phil on the side

[00:02:58] And all the bright flowers and brass couldn't hide

[00:03:02] The poor wasted face of me father

[00:03:05] I sold up the oul farmyard for what it was worth

[00:03:10] And into my bag stuck a handful of earth

[00:03:14] Then I boarded a train and I caught me a plane

[00:03:17] And I found meself back in the U S again

[00:03:22] It's been twenty two years since I've set foot in Dublin

[00:03:26] Me kids know to use the correct knife and fork

[00:03:33] But I'll never forget the green grass and rivers

[00:03:37] As I keep law and order in the streets of New York