Soft Rain

I'm half feral out here on the edge of the city The dark of the country flirts and entices me But I'm drawn to the flame Anna Livia's domain Like a moth to the light to the city at night I see the bus coming and I take off running Cos I can't stand to wait half an hour in this head space I'm heading for them concrete cliffs Under neon moons keep about you your wits I scribbling away on the journey into town The bay and the hills are smoothing out my frown Any a realise that the pen, it is mightier than the sword And a punch never hurt near as much as a bad word The pretty big houses, off to the right They look so all alone I wonder if their occupants are happy Status doesn't love you, and money won't phone The bus pulls up on old Malborough Street See the big gang with the rotten teeth Through this concrete maze they will spend their days hunting Powders and potions to forget regret The Liffey cuts the city, a meandering blue vein Ancient poetry echoes and soft rain down the lanes I see you in the city, your face is everywhere All of our adventures re-enacted so clear When you coming home, my friend To all your pals and streets again When you coming, when you coming home, my friend When you coming home, my friend To all us family again When you coming, when you coming home To feel the soft rain sweet one day Gentle rain is falling as I walk a golden mile A Georgian maze of genius, intellect gone wild A duck into a pub, into a snug, to grapple Joyce The brown eyed barmaid is humming and she's some voice A few hours later, the whole place is singing They're following the women, her eyes shook with emotion Every sweet note is like the last she'd ever sing She finishes and her audience, we make the rafters ring Different tribes they are a feast for my eyes Deep exotic languages, guttural and ancient The knowledge and the strength of these brand new Irish Will temper our country, invigorate our community Humans flow and trickle through the cuts and caves of concrete Undercover artists paint and decorate the backstreet Let's walk this maze together when you get back home I'll cherish every minute, you'll only be on loan I raise a can to Brendan, on the banks of the Royal Canal The evening sun on the water, is my beautiful pal The sun has slipped down on this town for a thousand years And when it rises up, out of the Irish Sea in the morning Liverpool is yawning, a golden lane vein snakes up the Liffey to greet me A street cleaner cheerfully winks at me Inside me, there's a symphony As the sun stretches out across the black bog of Allen Traverses the broad majestic Shannon Creeps up the beautiful Burren, barren Across to the mystical islands of Aran And sprinkles gold dust over the ever young Atlantic Ocean I'm going in, you coming? When you coming home, my friend To all your pals and streets again When you coming, when you coming home, my friend When you coming home, my friend To all us family again When you coming, when you coming home To feel the soft rain sweet one day