Summer in Dublin - Bagatelle

Take me away from the city and lead me to where I can be on my own,

I wanted to see you, and now that I have, I just want to be left alone,

I’ll always remember your kind words, and I’ll still remember your name,

But I’ve seen you changing and turning, and I know that things just won’t be

the same.

I remember that summer in Dublin, and the Liffey as it stank like hell,

And the young people walking on Grafton Street, and everyone looking so well,

I was singing a song I heard somewhere, called «Rock'n'Roll Never Forgets»,

When my hummin' was smothered by a Forty Six ‘A' and the scream of a low-flying

jet.

So I’m leavin' on Wednesday morning tryin' to find a place where I can hear

The wind and the birds and the sea on the rocks, where open roads always are

near,

And if sometimes I tire of the quiet, and I want to walk back up that hill,

I’ll just get on the road and I’ll stick out my thumb.

‘Cause I know for sure you’ll be there still.

I remember that summer in Dublin, and the Liffey as it stank like hell,

And the young people walking on Grafton Street, and everyone looking so well,

So I jumped on a bus to Dun Laoire, stoppin' off to pick up my guitar,

And a drunk on the bus told me how to get rich.

I was glad we weren’t goin' too

far.

And if sometimes I tire of the quiet, and I want to walk back up that hill,

I’ll just get on the road and I’ll stick out my thumb.

‘Cause I know for sure you’ll be there still.