We’re not by the Liffey, but canals at night,
You don’t drink Guinness, but dry white wine,
Temple Bar nights to days in De Pijp,
Different old streets, same kind of life.
You grew up on hurling, ash in your hand,
I grew up on football, cleats in the sand,
They say Irish ginger, they say Dutch stand tall,
Different on paper, but not us at all.
Miles between the places, oceans in between,
Didn’t stop me knowing she’s the only one for me.
She aint no belfast baby, and no cork side queen, not a limerick lady and no derry dream.
Above them all, there’s only one who stands,
She’s my Dublin darling, found in Amsterdam
You say grá, I say I love you,
We complain when the rain comes through,
Mashed potatoes on our plate
Turn into fries and spice bags when it’s getting late,
You in bright St. Paddy’s green,
Me in King’s Day orange glow,
Different colours, side by side,
Work together — now we know.
Miles between the places, oceans in between,
Didn’t stop me knowing she’s the only one for me.
She aint no belfast baby, and no cork side queen, not a limerick lady and no derry dream.
Above them all, there’s only one who stands,
She’s my Dublin darling, found in Amsterdam
She aint no belfast baby, and no cork side queen, not a limerick lady and no derry dream.
Above them all, there’s only one who stands,
She’s my Dublin darling, my home in
Amsterdam