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Black 47 - Mychal lyrics
In New York City I made my home I loved the streets, the very stones Cared for my comrades, cherished my friends Loved all beginnings, had no time for ends A city's streets are full of woe I saw suffering where'er I'd go I did my best to console and heal Treat each human with full dignity I never saw a reason to Hate someone who thinks different than you Each one has their anointed place In the love reflected in their God's face We all have sorrow, our share of trials We all are sinners in each other's eyes Love alone can heal the pain God bestows love in so many ways I love the company of friends The fire and the music sparkling in their eyes But I achieved my heart's desire When I rode beside the ones who fight the fires I have my failings and I have tried To look them squarely in the eye To be there when someone might call For I know cruel well how hard it is to fall As I arise on this September morn The sun is beaming down, the streets are warm God's in His heaven and all is well I will go forth and do His will. Livin' in America: 11 Years On Oh, I took me chance Up in the Bronx Seven years ago to the day Oh, I walked up to him Said, "how're you doin'?" Ever since it's been hell to pay We moved in together Oh, God, that fellah Drove me to distraction and despair But the sex was good Like I knew it would be Livin' in America At first it was great Out drinkin' all night Fireworks back home in the bed Then we got engaged Oh god, what a cage All she talked about was weddin' bells We went home to The Coombe A way too soon The lads didn't know what to make of us With our drinkin' and fightin' And kissin' and cryin' And livin' in America I felt sick to me stomach What the hell is wrong with it Couldn't even look at a beer When I went to the clinic I just couldn't believe it "Congratulations, my dear???" He was decent enough When I told him the truth Said, "you know I always wanted to marry you" But that night in the dark I could tell that his heart Was broken in America I did the best that I could Sweatin' hot tears and blood Buildin' that house up in Pearl River But everything changed With each kid on the way She took all the fun out of livin' No more nights on the town No, it's get your head down It's all for the children and the future, Oh Mammy dear, it's no fun over here Livin' in America Workin' like a madman morning noon and night I need them couple of pints to make me feel alright I never meant to stay late, it just turned out that way I need some craic like all the lads before I'm old and gray Lyin' in the bed, waitin' for your key To turn in the lock, pretendin' I'm asleep Oh, you want me now, despite me frozen tears But there's more to life than makin' love to a drunk reekin' of beer And now we're apart Ah, it's breakin' me heart The young one cries about him every day I get out to the pub A couple of times every month I suppose I'm doin' okay Young lads give me the eye But I think that I'd die If another man touched me that way I'd give the world to talk to him But he's here with his girlfriend Livin' in Amerikay Is that her over there What's she done with her hair Still there's no one holds a candle to her Ah, jeez, she looks good Just like I knew she would "Do you come here often, stranger?? Can't we try once again Can you get past the pain Would it matter if I told you I adore you Oh, darlin' me dear, I still need you here Livin' in America Can I get you your coat We can work it all out, Livin' in America Oh Mammy dear we're all mad over here Livin' in America Him: Listen, don't make a show of me, will you, the lads are all watchin' Her: To hell with the lads, are you ever goin' to grow up? There's a couple of things you and I are goin' to have to sort out.. Him: Oh yeah? Like what? Her: Give me a couple of weeks and I'll make up a list for you. Him: I'm not givin' up me pint again, I tell you that right now. Her: You and your pint! Him: Jaysus, you're an awful woman, aren't you? Her: It's you made me that way. Him: Ah will you be quiet and give us an auld kiss Her: A kiss is it? The head on you and the price of turnips…I should have listened to me Mammy… |
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