Summer in Dublin - Bagatelle

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Take me away from the city and lead me to where I can be on my own, I wanted to see it, and now that I have, I want just to be left alone.

I'll always remember your kind words, and I'll still remember your name, but I've seen you changing and turning, and I know that things won't be the same.

I remember that summer in Dublin, and the Liffey as it stank like hell, and the young people walking on Grafton street, and everyone looking so well.

I was singing a song I heard somewhere, called "Rock 'n' roll never forgets", when my hummin' was smothered by a 46A and the scream of a low flying jet.

So I jumped on a bus to Dunleary, stoppin' off to pick up my guitar,
and a drunk on the bus told me how to get rich. I was glad we weren't goin' too far.

So I'm leavin' on Wednesday morning tryin' to find a place where I can hear, the tunes of the birds and the sea on the rocks, where open roads always are near.

And if sometimes I tire of the quiet, and I want to walk back up that hill, I'll just get on the road and stick out my thumb. I know that you'll be there still.