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The Streets of New York - Tony Cunningham

I was 18 years old, when I went down to Dublin With a fistful of money and a cartload of dreams "Take your time", said my father, "Stop rushin' like hell" "And remember, all is not what it seems to be" "For there's fellows would cut you for the coat on your back" "Or the watch that you got from your mother" "So take care me young buck-o and mind yourself well" "And will you give this we note to my, brother?" At the time, uncle Benji was a policeman in Brooklyn And my father the youngest looked after the farm When a phone call from America said, "Send the lad over" And the old fella said, "Sure, it wouldn't do any harm" For I spent my life workin' this dirty old ground For a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound And sure, maybe there's somethin' you'll learn, or you'll see And you can bring it back home, make it easy on me So I landed at Kennedy and a big yellow taxi Carried me and my bags through the streets and the rain Well, my poor heart was pumpin' around with excitement And I hardly even heard what the driver was sayin' We came in the short parkway to the flatlands in Brooklyn To my uncle's apartment on East 53rd I was feelin' so happy, I was hummin' 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 Benji got shot in an uptown foray And while I was flyin' my way to New York Poor Benji was lyin' in a cold city morgue 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 plan" And not to forget, be a proud Irishman So I went up to Nelly's beside Fordham Road And I started to learn about liftin' the load But the healthiest thing that I carried that year Was the bitter-sweet thoughts of my hometown so dear I went home that December 'cause the old fella died Had to borrow the money from Phil on the side And all the bright flowers and grass couldn't hide The poor wasted face of my father I sold up the old farmyard for what it was worth And into my bag stuck a handful of earth Then I boarded a train and I caught me a plane And I found myself back in the U.S. again It's been 22 years since I set foot in Dublin The 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 in the streets of New York