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.