Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Wish I Were Back In Liverpool, artist - The Dubliners. Album song The Dubliners, in the genre Кельтская музыка
Date of issue: 25.09.1988
Record label: Parlophone
Song language: English
I Wish I Were Back In Liverpool |
I wish I was back in Liverpool, Liverpool town where I was born |
Where there ain’t no trees, no scent of grease, no field’s of waving corn |
But there’s lots of girls with peroxide curls and the black and tan flows free |
There’s six in a bed by the old pier head and it’s Liverpool town for me |
'Tis seven long years since I wandered away to sail the wild world o’er |
Me very first trip on an old steam ship that was bound for Baltimore |
I was seven days sick and I just couldn’t stick that bobbin' up and down |
So I told them «Jack, you’d better turn back for dear old Liverpool town» |
I wish I was back in Liverpool, Liverpool town where I was born |
Where there ain’t no trees, no scent of grease, no field’s of waving corn |
But there’s lots of girls with peroxide curls and the black and tan flows free |
There’s six in a bed by the old pier head and it’s Liverpool town for me |
We dug the Mersey tunnel, boys, way back in thirty-three |
Dug an hole in the ground until we found an hold called Wallasey |
Then the foreman cried «Come on, outside! |
The roof is fallin' down» |
While I’m tellin' you, Jack, we all swum back to dear old Liverpool town |
I wish I was back in Liverpool, Liverpool town where I was born |
Where there ain’t no trees, no scent of grease, no field’s of waving corn |
But there’s lots of girls with peroxide curls and the black and tan flows free |
There’s six in a bed by the old pier head and it’s Liverpool town for me |
There’s every race and colour of face, there’s every kind of name |
But the pigeons on the pier head they treat you all the same |
And if you walk up upon Parlament Street you’ll get faces black and brown |
And I’ve also seen the orange-green in dear old Liverpool town |
I wish I was back in Liverpool, Liverpool town where I was born |
Where there ain’t no trees, no scent of grease, no fiel’s of waving corn |
But there’s lots of girls with peroxide curls and the black and tan flows free |
There’s six in a bed by the old pier head and it’s Liverpool town for me |