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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 SongtextePast 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 fallOn the sidewalks, the streets, Rain lashes down your cheeks You think of another town as you watch it fallDamp 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) Aus Songtexte Mania