She could have been born somewhere else, coursing along the onshore wind
Long John Silver's way but she grew up here
Here, they clink glasses to absence, they get bored behind the bar
The lad with his guitar is told to play some dance tune
Remember the time that is fading away
Play me your air of waltz again
Just like at Belfast's harbour
Play me a last waltz
Here, there is not much to do
There is no sea but it seems
That the smallest river ends up jumping there
So, she dances just like a doll, a boat that is rolling
And it is for forgetting her drifting heart that she is drinks
Remember the time that is fading away
Play me your air of waltz again
Just like at Belfast's harbour
Play me a last waltz
She could have been born somewhere else, coursing along the onshore wind
Long John Silver's way but she grew up here
Remember the time that is fading away
Play me your air of waltz again
Just like at Belfast's harbour
Play me a last waltz