The Irish Connection

I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal i Kissed my girl by the factory wall Dirty old town Dirty old town Clouds a drifting across the moon Cats a prowling on their beat Spring's a girl in the street at night Dirty old t

Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by My mind been bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and followed with a will Til next I came to anchor at the cross in Spancil Hill It been on the twenty-third of June t

Brian: Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands I love the ground where on she stands. Sinéad: I love my love and well he knows I love the ground where on he goes I