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I was old when
I went down to Dublin with a
Of and a cartload of dreams
"Take time" said me father
Stop rushing like hell and all is not what it seems to be
For there's fellas that cut ye for the coat on yer back
or the watch that you got from your mother so take care me young
And mind yourself well and will ya give wee note to me brother

At the time Benjy was a policeman in Brooklyn
And me father the youngest, looked the farm
When a phonecall from said
the lad over'
And the oul fella said 'Sure wouldn't do any harm' for I've spent me life this dirty old ground
For a few of porter and the smell of a pound
sure maybe there's something you'll or you'll see
And you can bring it back home it easy on me

So I landed at Kennedy and a big yellow
Carried me and me bags the streets and the rain
Well me poor heart was around with excitement
And I hardly even heard what the driver was
We came in the Shore to the faltlands of Brooklyn
To me apartment on East 53rd
I was feeling so happy I was humming a and I sang "You're as free as a bird"

Well to shorten the story what I found out that day was that was shot down in an uptown foray and while I was flying my way to New York
Poor Benjy was in a cold city morgue.
Well I up the old fella told him the news
I could he could
Hardly stand up in his shoes and he as he told me
'Go with the plans
And not to forget be a proud man'

So I went to Nellies beside Fordham road and i to learn about lifting the load
But the thing that I carried that year
Was the bittersweet of my hometown so dear
I went home December 'cause the oul fella died
Had to borrow the money Phil on the side
And all the bright flowers and brass couldn't
The poor face of me father

I sold up the oul farmyard for what it was and into my bag stuck
A handful of earth then I boarded a train and I me a plane
And I found meself in the US again
been 22yrs since
I've set foot in
Me kids know to use the knife and fork
But I'll never forget the green and the rivers
As I keep law and order in the of New York.