| On Grafton Street at Christmas time | 
| The elbows push you 'round | 
| This is not my place of memories | 
| I’m a stranger in this town | 
| And the faces seem familiar | 
| And I know those songs they’re playin' | 
| But I close my eyes and find myself | 
| Five thousand miles away | 
| It’s funny how my world goes round without you | 
| Oh you’re the one thing I never thought | 
| I could live without | 
| I just found this smile to think about you | 
| You’re a Saturday night | 
| Far from the madding crowd | 
| The buskers sing by candle light | 
| In front of Bewleys Store | 
| And a young nun offers me a chair | 
| At a table by the door | 
| And I feel compelled to tell her | 
| Of the sisters that we knew | 
| How when they lit their candles | 
| I’d say a prayer for you | 
| It’s funny how my world goes round without you | 
| Oh you’re the one thing I never thought | 
| I could live without | 
| And I just found this smile to think about you | 
| You’re a Saturday night | 
| Far from the madding crowd | 
| The church bells ring for holy hour | 
| And I’m back out in the rain | 
| It’s been twenty years or more | 
| Since I last said your name | 
| And I hear you live near Dallas now | 
| In a house out on the plains | 
| Why Grafton Street brought you to mind | 
| I really can’t explain | 
| It’s funny how my world goes round without you | 
| You’re the one thing I never thought | 
| I could live without | 
| And I just found this smile to think about you | 
| You’re a Saturday night | 
| Far from the madding crowd | 
| On Grafton Street at Christmas time | 
| The elbows push you 'round | 
| All I carry now are memories | 
| I’m a stranger to this town |