Текст Christy Moore – Sweet Music Roll On

Down by O’Connell street one summers evening
I met a young woman, it was our first meeting
Crossed over the bridge and down by the river
By the strawberry beds I found that I knew her

We spend a few hours and we drank a few glasses
We danced at the bar ignoring their glances
Everyone knew her name and they knew by my face
With a beer in my hand and her arm round my waist
Calling me her darling man

The river runs deep, sweet music roll on
So the times are long gone, sweet music roll on

Then came the morning and my boat was leaving
She smiled as she said to me: «No point in grieving»
Everyonce in a while when I hear music playing
I remember her smile and I hear her voice saying:
Calling me her darling man

The river runs deep, sweet music roll on
So the times are long gone, sweet music roll on

The river runs deep, sweet music roll on
So the times are long gone, sweet music roll on