I hear the lights of Dublin, and they flicker like a stove.
And I hear the lights of Dublin, are something to behold
And with all the songs that are written and lovers to be
I'm too young to know much, but Dublin's there for me
And my green and white cotton bed clothes, they match my curtain rail
Though I don't have the money, I know where I would sail
Through dime stores and bus stations isn't were I'm meant to be
I'm too young to know much, but Dublin's there for me
With violin and piano and I'll sing to my heart's content,
I'll sing of the wilde rover who couldn't pay the rent.
And I'll sing my songs for whisky and I'll see what I can see,
Well I'm too young to know much but Dublin's there for me
If the pieces'd fit together and I'd start to rent a place,
I'd bunk with a Dublin flower girl, I wouldn't need much space,
And when my needs are done with, I'll fly to Sicily
I'm to young to know much, but Dublin's there for me.
I hear the lights of Dublin, and they flicker like a stove.
And I hear the lights of Dublin, are something to behold
And with all the songs that are written and lovers to be
I'm too young to know much, but Dublin's there for me
I'll come back to Dublin, coz Dublin's there for me