On Grafton Street at Christmas time
The elbows push you `round.
This is not my place of memories -
I`m a stranger in this town.
The faces seem familiar,
And I know those songs they`re playing.
But I close my eyes and find myself
Five thousand miles away.
It`s funny how my world goes `round without you -
You`re the one thing I never thought I could live without.
I just found this smile to think about you;
You`re a Saturday night far from the madding crowd.
The buskers sing by candle light
In front of Bewley`s Store,
And a young nun offers me a chair
At a table by the door.
And I feel compelled to tell her
Of the sisters that we knew,
How when they lit their candles
I`d say a prayer for you.
It`s funny how my world goes `round without you -
You`re the one thing I never thought I could live without.
I just found this smile to think about you;
You`re a Saturday night far from the madding crowd.
The church bells ring for holy hour,
I`m back out in the rain.
It`s been twenty years or more
Since I last said your name.
I hear you live near Dallas now
In a house out on the plains;
Why Grafton Street brought you to mind
I really can`t explain.
It`s funny how my world goes `round without you -
You`re the one thing I never thought I could live without.
I just found this smile to think about you;
You`re a Saturday night far from the madding crowd.
On Grafton Street at Christmas time
The elbows push you `round.
All I carry now are memories -
I`m a stranger to this town.