Small town Ireland's dead and gone
Though stone wall fairies linger on
These power cuts have always shown
That Hibernia fears her unknown
These Dublin girls who've never seen stars
Never seen stars, just banks and cars
Shall we curve our East Atlantic?
The blessed antics of young romantics
I am young and you are younger
Born and bred in thirst and hunger
To know
To know
If you'll feel old when you turn twenty
I know that I still feel like I'm
Young
Young
In all I've said and all I've done
Small town Ireland's dead and gone
With time our terror marching on
These power cuts have always led
To whispers "Wake our glorious dead;
For these Dublin girls who've never seen stars
Never seen stars, show how you starved.
And if our Fenians burn in hell
I'll burn in hell, I'll burn in hell"
I am young and you are younger
Born and bred in thirst and hunger
To know
To know
If you'll feel old when you turn twenty
I know that I still feel like I'm
Young
Young
You want to live by the water
I, a son, and you, a daughter
Of old
Of old
You want to live by the water
I, a son, and you, a daughter
Of old
Of old
This land of silver and gold