Damien Dempsey — Apple Of My Eye lyrics

Lyrics

Flying o’er the sea
My guitar and me Forty thousand feet
What a brilliant feat
Go west, don’t go east
A famine or a feast
We’re treated better there
A homeless one is rare
I feel the city’s lure
The apple of my eye
I cherish her
Everybody’s here
From all across the earth
Tongues and tribes galore
There isn’t any war
I feel the city’s lure
The apple of my eye
I cherish her
I feel the city’s lure
The apple of my eye
I cherish her
New York, New York, I’m comin'
New York, New York, I’m comin'
New York, New York, I’m comin'
New York, New York, I’m comin'