Apple of My Eye - Damien Dempsey, Wildwood Kin

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'