Happily Misplaced in This World

It's grey bricks, stones and this cold wind Carrying the smell of the hops And the peat bog slowly burning Brings me straight back to my youth It's springing in Dublin this March And the crowd for Paddy's day is gone As I lay down and wait for the first sun It's just me and Charles Parnell Each one of these old granite tiles Hides a story only I could tell For through bullet holes and memories Me heart and soul here dwell Gallant heroes on their stands Greet a man wrapped in his black coat Walking past the spike up to the bridge With a lump in his throat May this gentle veil of rain Wash away all me thoughts As I walk on the banks of the Liffey I strangely feel at home At the crack of dawn in Dublin town I never feel alone With the ghosts that tell me stories And a dozen songs to sing At the crack of dawn in Dublin Town I never feel alone For I'm happily misplaced in this world Dear friend carved on a canal bench Is meself or fate that I have to blame? For I loved your poem so dearly That I found me trapped in it May this gentle veil of rain Wash away all me thoughts As I walk on the banks of the Liffey I strangely feel at home At the crack of dawn in Dublin town I never feel alone With the ghost that tells me stories And a dozen songs to sing At the crack of dawn in Dublin Town I never feel alone For I'm happily misplaced in this world May this gentle veil of rain Wash away all me thoughts As I walk on the banks of the Liffey I strangely feel at home At the crack of dawn in Dublin town I've never felt alone With the ghost that tells me stories And a dozen songs to sing At the crack of dawn in Dublin Town I've never felt alone For I'm happily misplaced in this world