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 Dunlaoire, 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.

In Loving Memory of Liam Reilly

1 thought on “Summer in Dublin

  1. Hi, this is something I’m really interested in. I’m a married man who is looking to meet his first man but am afraid to do so. I’m 56, live nr. Dublin and kind of bearish also.

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