《Streets of New York》是The Wolfe Tones演唱的歌曲，收錄於《The Yellow Rose of Texas》專輯中。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Streets of New York
- 所屬專輯：The Yellow Rose of Texas
- 歌曲原唱：The Wolfe Tones
- 發行日期：2021年2月26日
歌曲歌詞
I was 18 years old when
I went down to Dublin with a fistful
Of money and a cartload of dreams
"Take your time" said me father
Stop rushing like hell
And remember all is not
What it seems to be
For there's fellas
Would cut ye for the coat on yer back
Or the watch that you got from your mother
So take care me old bucko
And mind yourself well
And will ya give this wee note to me brother
At the time Uncle Benjy
Was a policeman in Brooklyn
And me father the youngest
Looked after the farm
When a phonecall from America said
'Send the lad over'
And the oul fella said
Sure wouldn't do any harm' for
I've spent me life
Working this dirty old ground
For a few pints of porter
And the smell of a pound
And sure maybe there's something
You'll learn or you'll see
And you can bring it back home
Make it easy on me
So I landed in Kennedy
And a big yellow taxi
Carried me and me bags through
The streets and the rain
Well me poor heart was thumpin
Around with excitement
And I hardly even heard
What the driver was sayin
We came in the Shore Parkway
To the faltlands of Brooklyn
To me Uncle's apartment on East 53rd
I was feeling so happy
I was humming a song
And I sang "You're as free as a bird"
Well to shorten the story
What I foiund out that day was
That Benjy got shot down in an uptown foray
And while I was flying my way to New York
Poor Benjy was lying in a cold city morgue
Well I phoned up the old fella told him the news
I could tell he could
Hardly stand up in his shoes
And he wept as he told me
'Go ahead with the plans
And not to forget be a proud Irish man'
So I went to Nellies beside Fordham road
And i started to learn about lifting the load
But the heaviest thing that I carried that year
Was the bittersweet
Though of my hometown so dear
I went home
That December cause the oul fella died
Had to borrow the money
From Phil on the side
And all the brught flowers
And brass couldn't hide
The poor wasted face of me father
I sold up the oul farmyard for
What it was worth and into my bag stuck
A handful of earth
Then I boarded a train
And I caught me a plane
And I found meself back in the US again
It's been 22yrs since
I've set foot in Dublin
Me kids know to use the correct knife and fork
But I'll never forget the green grass
And the rivers
As I keep law and order in the streets of New York
