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 starin' wonderin' what to do The sun in sheets Pourin' down those streets to eyes green and blue 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 I was had at the doorstep Played like a two to a four-set 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 I was had at the doorstep Played like a two to a four-set Had like poor Job in the Bible by God Oh, I was had at the doorstep Had like a two to a four-set Played like poor Job in the Bible by God