Dublin In My Tears http://dublincityramblers.com/ Capo on 3 for the
Ramblers version, or on 2 to suit your voice
I have travelled many lands,and I still don t understand
How sad you have become on my return
Your poor heart is filled with care,sad and old they left you there
Your once bright eyes with sorrow softly burn
I can even sense the change in the sound of childrens games
And the dreams of youth s ambitions have all turned to doubt and fear
It s an age of wealth Im told but I ve never felt so old
As I recall old Dublin in my tears
All the faces that I meet as I roam each one way street
Reflect the empty statements of our time
And the old cathedral bell can t be heard above the swell
For the years erased the message in her chimes
All my childhood friends are gone,like the street where I was born
And the time that it has taken doesn t seem so long ago
They have faded in the gloom like Sap Kelly from the Coombe
Like the ghost of dear old Dublin in my tears.
There were times when jobs were few,there were hungry days we knew
Some days so bad their memory I ve cursed
And the prayer I said to God,there on board the Princess Maud
That our children would restore the pride we lost
But the past we all forsake while we re dancing at her wake
And the heart of Dublin s dying,but no body seems to care,
And the fools as they pass by,laugh to see an old man cry
But I can t forget old Dublin in my tears
Gather round brave men and true, though our numbers may be few
And we ll drink a toast before I cross the foam
For soon in London s dark domain,I ll recall how I became
No more a stranger there, than here at home
But the liffey flows along and I listen for her song
And the voice of young James Larkin seems to echo in my ears
But its just the rafters ring,to it s requiem I ll sing
Farewell to dear old Dublin in my tears,
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Farewell to dear old Dublin in my tears ..
