Ronan Keating Think I Don’t Remember

I will always go back to the side of the bay

Where the nights never seemed as long as the day

The dog-collared army we trembled before

Those spires don’t look so tall anymore

Dad was always driving the top of the road

Mum’s in the doorway still thanking the Lord

Green birds took them to the land of the free

When they were gone it was all up to me

These city light’s don’t shine like you say

The green green grass is all turning to grey

You made this boy golden then turned him to stone

This is my home

You think I don’t remember but I do, but I do

You think I don’t remember but I do, yeah I do

No one saw it coming till it was too late

But it was the young that would carry the weight

Shook hands with the mighty for better or worse

Sometimes a blessing, sometimes a curse

These city lights don’t shine like you say

The green green grass is all turning to grey

You made this boy golden then turned him to stone

This is my home

You think I don’t remember but I do, yeah I do

You think I don’t remember but I do, yeah I do

Here’s to the journey I know who I am

As much as we fought that was never the plan

I’m not the first I won’t be the last

Take it back to the grove and we’ll all raise a glass

You think I don’t remember but I do, but I do

You think I don’t remember but I do, but I do

You think I don’t remember, you think I don’t remember but I do

You think I don’t remember, you think I don’t remember but I do

I will always go back to the side of the bay

Where the nights never seemed as long as the day