I was barely in my twenties when I came to you When many of me friends searched for luck over there And I learned to know the smells of your streets The names of your alleys, your cobbles, your quays Strolling along them, around the storehouse I met the girl who would become me wife Then I knew your music and I made it mine Keeping those memories close to me heart When then I went back the time has passed by And I found out a city so far from its past Store and pub shutters were sorely shut down The Italians, the Turkish, the Polish were gone As a blow in the breeze a sound came from the east 'Twas that Spanish man under the Gaiety's roof I passed him whistling the song he was playing Then I left on an empty and torn Grafton Street I'm watching you dying Slowly in the days I hope that the Liffey Will wash out your sins Now that your glory Is well dead and gone Dublin me darlin' What's left for those who will come? Tracksuited kids kick pebbles in streets Knackers and junkies sit on the stairs Their gazes are empty while staring ahead They'll end up in Supermac's counting their coins A young girl is begging out of Stephen's Green She's all wrapped up in a blue sleeping bag While in Temple Bar you are selling yourself To the Americay that's swigging a pint I'm watching you dying Slowly in the days I hope that the Liffey Will wash out your sins Now that your glory Is well dead and gone Dublin me darlin' What's left for those who will come? I'm watching you dying Slowly in the days I hope that the Liffey Will wash out your sins Now that your glory Is well dead and gone Dublin me darlin' What's left for those who will come?