Poetic-Verses
Don't Make a Fuss
Don't Make a Fuss September 1, 2012
Leaving this Donegal town, bought a ticket on the Swilly bus
Heading back home to Brooklyn, goodbye, don't make a fuss
When I'm on the track I'll use my Mac, you know I said I would
Errigal commands presence on this road, soon be Dublin town
I have a date with the big bird; I'll soon be touching down
Brooklyn waits; the streets are great in the city I call home
From here to there and everywhere, I know I'm not alone
A Mac attack and I'll be all right; maybe I'll use the phone
Goodbye for now my Ireland, I'll kiss the ground again
I have to go and do my show; it's what I have to do
The big apple waits; I have a date I'll have to keep
I love the this town, they say it never sleeps
With that in mind, I'm on my way, just like I did before
This time maybe my last time, I don't know that for sure
I say goodbye to the old and welcome the new for sure
Leaving this Donegal town, bought a ticket on the Swilly bus
Heading back home to Brooklyn, goodbye, don't make a fuss
Gerrard McGeachy
