Dublin کے بول

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 and say farewell We'd laugh and joke and smoke And later on the boat I'd cry over you In Dublin 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 flowing hair I'd think of Dublin Of Grafton Street and Derby Square And those for whom I really care and you In Dublin