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The autumn leaves were falling,
And the tourists have all gone,
And the children,
They have all gone back to school;
My life is as it was before,
I work eight hours a day,
But the company's
Still making all the rules.
There's a girl in Massachusetts,
South of Boston town, she said,
And her lovely face
Is with me all the day;
Sure I met her down in old Tralee,
Golden hair upon her head,
And I took her heart,
And she stole mine away.
Goodbye, my Boston beauty,
Farewell, my Boston Rose;
I'll wait for you, I'll think of you,
No threat to you I'll pose.
Goodbye, my Boston beauty,
Farewell, my Boston Rose;
I wish that you were here,
But I know that's the way life goes.
There's a song we sang all summer
In the bars of Dublin Town,
I still hear it on
The factory radio;
And the feelings I remember
When I hear that simple tune,
Make me wonder
If it really happened so.
For we laughed and loved together
Till the summer days were gone,
And she had to fly across
The ocean wide;
So, goodbye, my Boston beauty,
Until we meet again,
And I'll keep the fire
Burning deep inside.
Goodbye, my Boston beauty,
Farewell, my Boston Rose;
I'll wait for you, I'll think of you,
No threat to you I'll pose.
Goodbye, my Boston beauty,
Farewell, my Boston Rose;
I wish that you were here,
But I know that's the way life goes.
And some nights when I'm drinking,
And my friends have gathered 'round,
Well, just for fun
Someone brings up your name;
I smile there with the rest of them,
But I can't hear a sound,
I love you,
But to them it's all the same.
And nights when I'm alone, my love,
You come into my mind,
And visions flash
Upon the inward eye;
And I watch the moon there up above,
As I leave this earth behind,
And I call to you
As I go sailing by.
Goodbye, my Boston beauty,
Farewell, my Boston Rose;
I'll wait for you, I'll think of you,
No threat to you I'll pose.
Goodbye, my Boston beauty,
Farewell, my Boston Rose;
I wish that you were here,
But I know that's the way life goes.
I wish that you were here,
So, farewell my Boston Rose.
