O’ where are you now my love of mine? I’ve had every drop of my brandy and wine. Until I’m safe within your arms, my tears fill all of my days. O’ say that you won’t leave me and say you won’t deceive me. It’s a fine man you are; my God you have my heart. Baby, come to my uncle’s wake with me. At your brother’s parlor up the street and I’ll take you away for a drink with me and I will hold you close to me. Do you remember the first time we met, my love? I was stunned by how pretty you are. I couldn’t believe you would talk to me. I hung on every word. Wine comes in at the mouth, love comes in at the eye. I lift my glass to my mouth, I look at you and I sigh. Well today have I told you, I love you. That there’s no one else above you. It’s a fine lass you are. Oh my God, you have my heart. I will break anyone’s goddamn neck if I hear that they’ve crossed you or broke your respect. From Bridgeport to Beverly all of the time, Chicago is yours now because it is mine. Although our nights are empty, my love, you still can see the stars. You are truly a light in this fucking dark and endless world of ours. On a Sunday morning for church early. With a kick, my father would awaken me shouting some verbal abuse at me. Spewing drunk history, waving a gun at me. So come site you down upon my knee for I love how gentle you are. I know you know what it’s like to be hurt. Hell, I even love your dog, Palais. I will break your goddamn neck If I hear that you’ve crossed me or broke her respect. I’m not the friend you knew back then. You’re entering the world of men. The lights from the skyline reflect on the shore of my beautiful city and the town I adore. This city could crush you if you don’t step aside. But this town will embrace you, because it is mine. Chicago, it’s where we were born and it’s where we will go. All the pubs and the bookies that I call my home. Where warlords and con men like rats scurry home. But I walk these streets without a care all alone.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
