Dublin

After our affair I swore that I'd leave Dublin.
And in that line I'd left behind the years,
the tears, the memories and you in Dublin.
At the quays friends come to say farewell.
We'd laugh and joke, and smoke.
And later on the boat I'd cry over you.
How can I leave the town that brings me down
that has no jobs is blessed by God and makes me cry, Dublin.
And at sea with blowing hair I'd think of Dublin.
Of Grafton Street and Derby Square
those of whom I care and you, in Dublin.