Dublin

Who does not adore the sound Of music in the names of towns To build a city on such picturesque ground That takes some sort of flair We draw a line the ink is fear You stay that side we'll stay here Its far harder to keep it up Than to tear it down Does it take you back to the kind of world Hindsight calls the good old days? Now that there's no room in an Einstien world For simple cause and effect Dub-----lin Dub-----lin Home of pretty Col-----lens Dub-----lin Dub-----lin Nurse of such bitter dreams Behind the soft and peachy skin Where D.N.A. or God begin Where sub-Gaelic rot sets in With stories from your mother In myths and less exalted forms The heady cocktail glory is born You know it's not a bottled storm So why do you indulge it Dublin Dublin home of pretty Collens Dublin Dublin, nurse of such bitter dreams Thats what my mother told me when I was about knee high Thats what my mother told me when I was about knee high Thats what my mother told me when I was about knee high Thats what my mother told me