Berlin at 5 Songtext

von Paul O'Brien

Berlin at 5, we were barely alive
With Sean on piano, we sang until it was light
We won't get no sleep, until a homeward bound flight
These are the highs of my life

A Street lined parade on a St Patrick's Day
In the green, white and gold, the thousands they came
I sang the Streets of New York, with the bravest of the brave
These are the highs of my life

Where do you find your wonder?
In the colours of skies, the grace of a bird in flight
Whispers to sounds of thunder
These are the highs of my life

Three wishes I've had, and I don't understand
What makes me so special, like a king of this land
But you're baby's first cry will change any man
These are the highs of my life

There are times that I just won't remember
Like eating the Italian last supper
When I think of the years that are plunder

I played my guitar down at Willies wine bar
I sang Billy Joel, and sometimes Whiskey in the jar
I said “mines a white”and it's got me this far
These are the highs of my life