Rain

On the sidewalks, the streets,

Rain lashes down in sheets

You think of another town as you watch it fall

Damp and hop filled air

And the Moore Street Market where

Fresh fruit five for fifty auld wans call.

A drunken busker plays

While a paddy spins and prays

Seagulls wheel over graceful walls.

A business man who wears

His cut-price suit and stares

At the painter happy in his overalls

Pubs where students smoke,

Drink a jar and joke

Look around to see who's watching them

Proudly reminisce

Upon the rugby that they miss

Or the function that they're going to attend

By the crowded bar,

A small Italian car

Wanders down the lonely city street

Past the fellow at the stand

With the papers in his hand

Selling the Herald and the Press the live long week

Chorus:

Farewell to friends,

To all that you know,

Sail away without warning

Dublin good-bye.

New York, hello.

Broadway, I'll see you in the morning.

Go over to your room,

Try to warm the gloom

With your highly ineffective blue gas fire

Outside driving rain

Trickles down the windowpane

Obscures the dim gray view of Christ's Church spire

Dream about a girl

Who moves in another world

From whom bedsit cold it's been gas fires and all

But you're only looking down

Into reflected Dublin town

Awaiting New York City in the fall

On the sidewalks, the streets,

Rain lashes down your cheeks

You think of another town as you watch it fall

Damp and hop filled air

And the Moore Street Market where

Fresh fruit five for fifty auld wans call

Chorus:

Farewell to friends,

To all that you know,

Sail away without warning

Dublin good-bye

New York, hello

Broadway, I'll see you in the morning.

Repeat once