row house after row house….
colors preaching…purple hues…deep sage…olive…
tales of old…bought with new money…
wooden doors…brass antiquities….
this town….this town…
Irish bars….lads with brogues…whiskey distilled…
smells of fish and chips…malted vinegar…a gal with emerald eyes….
there’s a smile…
tis statues and monuments…
animals on recess…
hills to make you cry…
feet worn-out by mid-morn…
sounds of poverty…
can ya’ help ah’ brother out…
take home given to a woman of the streets…
that is all she’s been given…
and the dome shines on us all…
it shines….
it shines…
