《Streets of New York》歌词

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

[00:00:09] I was eighteen years old

[00:00:11] When I went down to Dublin

[00:00:14] With a fistfull of money

[00:00:15] And a cartload of dreams

[00:00:19] Take your time said my father

[00:00:21] Stop rushing like Hell

[00:00:23] And remember all's not

[00:00:25] What it seems to be

[00:00:29] For there's fellas who'd cut you

[00:00:31] For the coat on your back

[00:00:33] Or that watch that you got from your mother

[00:00:37] So take care my young bucko

[00:00:40] And mind yourself well

[00:00:42] Would you give this wee note to my brother

[00:00:46] At the time Uncle Benjy was a policeman in Brooklyn

[00:00:51] And my father the youngest

[00:00:53] Looked after the farm

[00:00:56] Til a phone call from

[00:00:58] America said "Send the lad over "

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

[00:01:02] "Sure t'wouldn't do any harm

[00:01:06] For I've spent my life working this dirty old ground

[00:01:11] For a few pints of porter

[00:01:13] And the smell of a pound

[00:01:15] Sure maybe there's something

[00:01:17] You'll learn or you'll see

[00:01:19] And you can bring it back home

[00:01:22] Make it easier on me "

[00:01:27] So I landed at Kennedy

[00:01:29] And a big yellow taxi

[00:01:31] Carried me and my bags

[00:01:34] Through the streets and the rain

[00:01:37] Well my poor heart was thumping

[00:01:39] Around with excitement

[00:01:41] And I hardly even heard

[00:01:44] What the driver was saying

[00:01:47] We came in the Shore Parkway

[00:01:49] Through the flatlands in Brooklyn

[00:01:51] To my uncle's apartment on East 53rd

[00:01:56] I was feeling so happy

[00:01:58] I was humming a song

[00:02:00] And I sang "You're as free as a bird "

[00:02:05] Well to shorten the story

[00:02:07] What I found out that day

[00:02:09] Was that Benjy got shot

[00:02:11] Down in an uptown foray

[00:02:14] And while I was flying my wayto New York

[00:02:19] Poor Benjy was lying in a cold city morgue

[00:02:24] Well I called up my old fella

[00:02:27] Told him the news

[00:02:29] I could tell he could hardly

[00:02:31] Stand up in his shoes

[00:02:33] And he wept as he told me

[00:02:35] Go ahead with the plan

[00:02:38] And not to forget be a proud Irish man

[00:02:45] So I went up to Nellie's beside Fordham Road

[00:02:50] And I started to learn about lifting my load

[00:02:55] But the heaviest thing

[00:02:57] That I carried that year

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

[00:03:02] My hometown so dear

[00:03:05] I went home that December cause my old fella died

[00:03:09] I had to borrow the money

[00:03:12] From a fella on the side

[00:03:14] And all the bright flowers and brass couldn't hide

[00:03:18] The poor wasted face of my father

[00:03:23] I sold off the old far yard for what it was worth

[00:03:27] And into my bag stuck a handful of earth

[00:03:32] Then I boarded a train and I caught me a plane

[00:03:37] And I found myself back in the U S again

[00:03:42] It's been twenty-two years since I set foot in Dublin

[00:03:47] My kids know to use the correct knife and fork

[00:03:52] But I'll never forget the green grass and the rivers

[00:03:57] As I keep law and order in the streets of New York