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.