Streets Of New York Lyrics - Celtic Thunder

I was 18yrs old when I went down to Dublin 

With a fistful of money and a cartload of dreams 

"Take your time" said me father 

Stop rushing like hell and remember all's not what it seems to be 

For there's fellas would cut ye for the coat on yer back 

Or the watch that you got from your mother 

So take care me young bucko 

And mind yourself well and will ya give this wee note to me brother 

At the time Uncle Benjy was a policeman in Brooklyn 

And me father the youngest, looked after the farm 

When a phone-call from America said 

'Send the lad over' 

And the oul' fella said 'Sure wouldn't do any harm' 

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For I've spent me life working this dirty old ground 

For a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound 

And sure maybe there's something you'll learn or you'll see 

And you can bring it back home make it easy on me 

So I landed in Kennedy and a big yellow taxi 

Carried me and me bags through the streets and the rain 

Well me poor heart was thumpin' around with excitement 

And I hardly even heard what the driver was sayin' 

We came in the Shore Parkway through the flatlands of Brooklyn 

To me Uncle's apartment on East 53rd 

I was feeling so happy I was humming a song 

And I sang "You're as free as a bird" 

Well to shorten the story what I found out that day 

Was that Benjy got shot down in an uptown foray 

And while I was flying my way to New York 

Poor Benjy was lying in a cold city morgue. 

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Well I phoned up the old fella told him the news 

I could tell he could hardly stand up in his shoes and he wept as he told me 

'Go ahead with the plans 

Never forget be a proud Irishman 

So I went to Nellies beside Fordham road 

And I started to learn about lifting the load 

But the heaviest thing that I carried that year 

Was the bittersweet thought of my hometown so dear 

I went home that December 'cause the oul' fella died, 

Had to borrow some money from Phil on the side 

And all the bright flowers and brass couldn't hide 

The poor wasted face of my father 

I sold up the oul' farmyard for what it was worth 

And into my bag stuck a handful of earth 

Then I caught me a train and I boarded a plane 

And I found myself back in the US again 

It's been 22yrs since I've set foot in Dublin 

Me kids know to use the correct knife and fork 

But I'll never forget the green grass and the rivers 

As I keep law and order on the streets of New York.