your skin is cold but the sun shines within your hold your hair is gold but you see through a goldfish bowl i feel old, sick and tired we walk the streets, gently staring, wondering what to do the sun in sheets, pouring down those streets to eyes green and blue and a ship with eight sails should come 'round the bend or a herd of bulls charging stop lights red i'd be blind you broke my heart danny boy not your fault danny boy i was hanged at the doorstep played like a two to a fourset had like poor job in the bible by god day comes i wake, i wake with a hard heartache i go down to your place we sit and chat, chat about new york and trips to the bayou my smile a trick, tricking me and trying not to scare you and a ship with eight sails could come 'round the bend or a herd of bulls charging stop lights red i'd be blind you broke my heart danny boy not your fault danny boy

Danny Boy

"This one is based a little bit on Wagnerian opera. The guy from "Foolish Love," Danny, is like the warrior-hero-babe Siegfried. When I met him it was like meeting a god, the light from him almost burning me. I never thought of the standard "Danny Boy" when I was writing it, and I think I lost a lot of gigs at places like [New York’s hip Irish venue] Sin-ƒ, because they thought I was gonna put on an Irish-American jamboree! - rufus wainwright