Streets of New York-The Wolfe Tones

[ti:Streets of New York] [ar:The Wolfe Tones] [al:The Greatest Hits] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Streets of New York - The Wolfe Tones [00:09.81]I was 18 years old when [00:12.04]I went down to Dublin with a fistful [00:15.67]Of money and a cartload of dreams [00:19.64] [00:20.15]"Take your time" said me father [00:22.02] [00:22.54]Stop rushing like hell [00:24.86]And remember all is not [00:26.81]What it seems to be [00:30.42]For there's fellas [00:31.86]Would cut ye for the coat on yer back [00:34.71] [00:35.27]Or the watch that you got from your mother [00:39.12] [00:39.88]So take care me old bucko [00:42.22]And mind yourself well [00:44.41]And will ya give this wee note to me brother [00:48.46] [00:49.18]At the time Uncle Benjy [00:51.56]Was a policeman in Brooklyn [00:53.97]And me father the youngest [00:56.31]Looked after the farm [00:59.69]When a phonecall from America said [01:02.43]'Send the lad over' [01:04.46]And the oul fella said [01:06.33]Sure wouldn't do any harm' for [01:10.24]I've spent me life [01:11.47]Working this dirty old ground [01:14.98]For a few pints of porter [01:17.17]And the smell of a pound [01:19.50]And sure maybe there's something [01:21.75]You'll learn or you'll see [01:23.64]And you can bring it back home [01:26.34]Make it easy on me [01:30.21] [01:32.34]So I landed in Kennedy [01:34.51]And a big yellow taxi [01:36.76]Carried me and me bags through [01:39.22]The streets and the rain [01:42.02] [01:42.64]Well me poor heart was thumpin [01:44.92]Around with excitement [01:47.15]And I hardly even heard [01:49.25]What the driver was sayin [01:51.87] [01:52.93]We came in the Shore Parkway [01:55.36]To the faltlands of Brooklyn [01:57.70]To me Uncle's apartment on East 53rd [02:02.34]I was feeling so happy [02:04.61]I was humming a song [02:06.71]And I sang "You're as free as a bird" [02:10.86] [02:11.51]Well to shorten the story [02:13.94]What I foiund out that day was [02:16.43]That Benjy got shot down in an uptown foray [02:21.18] [02:22.26]And while I was flying my way to New York [02:26.36] [02:26.90]Poor Benjy was lying in a cold city morgue [02:31.71] [02:32.53]Well I phoned up the old fella told him the news [02:37.29]I could tell he could [02:38.65]Hardly stand up in his shoes [02:42.03]And he wept as he told me [02:44.29]'Go ahead with the plans [02:46.02] [02:46.75]And not to forget be a proud Irish man' [02:53.05] [02:54.74]So I went to Nellies beside Fordham road [02:59.35]And i started to learn about lifting the load [03:04.45] [03:05.03]But the heaviest thing that I carried that year [03:09.75]Was the bittersweet [03:11.00] [03:11.81]Though of my hometown so dear [03:14.83] [03:15.46]I went home [03:16.30]That December cause the oul fella died [03:20.18]Had to borrow the money [03:22.26]From Phil on the side [03:24.80]And all the brught flowers [03:27.16]And brass couldn't hide [03:29.04] [03:29.60]The poor wasted face of me father [03:33.19] [03:33.94]I sold up the oul farmyard for [03:36.79]What it was worth and into my bag stuck [03:40.75]A handful of earth [03:43.76] [03:44.27]Then I boarded a train [03:46.41]And I caught me a plane [03:48.92]And I found meself back in the US again [03:53.78] [03:54.71]It's been 22yrs since [03:56.99]I've set foot in Dublin [03:59.61]Me kids know to use the correct knife and fork [04:05.13] [04:05.93]But I'll never forget the green grass [04:09.09]And the rivers [04:10.56]As I keep law and order in the streets of New York