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 it, and now that I have, I want just 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 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 46A and the scream of a lowªflying jet.

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.



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

The tunes of 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 stick out my thumb. I know that you'll be there still.