🎵 Lyrics
Molly walks the cobblestones with flowers in her hands, First bloom of the springtime across the Dublin strand. She hums a little melody the sparrows seem to know, Dreamin’ of her Pat O’Rilley where the summer breezes blow. Her cheeks are bright as sunrise and her voice is soft and sweet, She greets the morning people on the Liffey’s gentle street. But her heart keeps on skippin’ like a fiddle on a reel, Waitin’ for the break-time bell and the warmth she’s sure to feel. Oh Molly, Molly, with your flowers all in bloom, You dance a Dublin bachata ‘cross the city’s afternoon. And Pat, sweet Pat, with the sunlight in your eyes, You climb up to the rooftops where your whispered laughter flies. Two hearts light and smilin’ in the warm blue skies. Pat is at the docks below, the hammer in his hand, Buildin’ ships for distant roads to places far from land. But every day at midday he wipes the sweat away, Sayin’, “Where’s me lovely Molly? Sure she brightens up me day.” Oh Molly, Molly, with your flowers all in bloom, You dance a Dublin bachata ‘cross the city’s afternoon. And Pat, sweet Pat, with the sunlight in your eyes, You climb up to the rooftops where your whispered laughter flies. Two hearts light and smilin’ in the warm blue skies. Lunch laid out in papers, the warm wind in her hair, He holds her hand in laughter, no troubles linger there. The city hums below them, but love hums even higher— Two souls in the sunshine with a summertime desire. Oh Molly, Molly, may your flowers never fade, With Pat beside you dancin’ to the tune your hearts have made. And Pat, sweet Pat, you’re her joy the whole day through, On the Dublin rooftops dreamin’ in the sky’s soft blue. Molly loves you—sure she always knew.