Old Dublin Town

Memories, flowing back to me of Dublin boyhood dreams
Of times, and friends and places that I know
And I’m high above the ocean in an emerald-coloured dream
Re-living all the days of long ago,

Chorus
So, fly me home, sweet wings of morning
Fly me home, where my soul will ever be
In my heart I hear you calling
In my mind it's my Dublin town I see.

My first communion money was a pocket full of dreams
In me brand new longers* felt just like a man
Then my schoolboy days were over, I was going on fourteen
When I grew to stealing kisses in the Green.

And I fished for the silver perch by the locks at Huband Bridge
Where the lazy dappled horses pulled the barge
Played relieve-ee-oh, and I boxed-the-fox**, me football was a can
They made the boy that makes the dreaming man, Chorus

I’ll take a walk down Merchant’s Quay, say a prayer for friends long gone
In the Brazen Head, black porter prompts a song
Old melodies and ancient rhymes that echo o’er the swell
In harmony the lonely Angelus bell

The happy sounds of things I knew, unchanging and unchanged
Dublin’s past and present in my soul
Simple dreams of gentle times the loving memories span
They made the boy that makes the dreaming man, Chorus

*Longers -- long trousers **Box-the-Fox -- stealing apples from orchards