Brendan Phelan/ Celtic Airs,
I have travelled many lands and I still can't understand How sad you have become on my return. You're old heart is filled with care, sad and though they left you there You're once bright eyes with sorrow softly burn. I can even sense the change in the sound of childrens games. Childhoods dreams and youth's ambitions have all turned to doubts and fears It's an age of wealth I'm told, but I never felt so old, as I recall old Dublin in my tears.
All the faces, that I meet, as I rove each one way street Reflect the empty statements of the times. And the old cathedral bell can't be heard above the swell, For the years erase the message in her chimes. All my childhood friends are gone like the streets, where we were born, And the time that it has taken, it doesn't seem so many years. They have faded in the gloom with Sean Kelly of the Coome; Just a 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 Prince's MOD, That our children would restore the pride we lost. But the past they all forsake, and they're dancing at your wake, while the heart of Dublin's dying, but nobody really cares. And the fools now passing by laugh to see an old man cry. But I can't forget old Dublin in my tears.
Gather round brave man true, though our numbers they be few. We'll drink one toast before I cross the foam. Soon in London's dark domain I recall how I became No more a stranger there than here at home. Now the Liffey flows along, and I listen for her song, While the voice of young Michael Morgan seems to echo in my ears. But it's just the rafter ring to their reqiem I sing Farewell to dear old Dublin in my tears. Farewell to dear old Dublin in my tears.