Track Insight / Lyrics
The lamps spill gold on rain-slick stone,
A fiddle's cry, a world unknown.
Old Dublin breathes, a misty grace,
Lost faces drift in this quiet place.
He nursed his stout, a shadowed man,
A weathered face, a distant plan.
The reel it spun, a restless plea,
For shores he'd lost across the sea.
Cobblestone glow, a whispered tune,
Beneath the grey, a silver moon.
Dublin dreams in every drop,
A hopeful heart that won't quite stop.
The pub was warm, a wooden hold,
With stories etched in tales untold.
A sailor's laugh, a lover's sigh,
Reflected in a passing eye.
Cobblestone glow, a whispered tune,
Beneath the grey, a silver moon.
Dublin dreams in every drop,
A hopeful heart that won't quite stop.
She danced alone, a fiery grace,
A memory held within her face.
Her father's hand, a guiding light,
Lost to the waves one stormy night.
Cobblestone glow, a whispered tune,
Beneath the grey, a silver moon.
Dublin dreams in every drop,
A hopeful heart that won't quite stop.
The fiddle soared, a mournful strain,
Washing away the hurt and pain.
A moment caught, a fragile hold,
More precious now than silver or gold.
The rain kept falling, soft and slow,
Washing the city's weary woe.
Each drop a tear, a silent grace,
Reflecting in this haunted place.
Cobblestone glow, a whispered tune,
Beneath the grey, a silver moon.
Dublin dreams in every drop,
A hopeful heart that won't quite stop.
The music fades, a distant call,
Shadows lengthen, covering all.
Cobblestone glow, a memory bright,
Lost in the Dublin night.
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