Justin Fawsitt - Greystones Lyrics

I used to ride the bus
Growing up in Greystones
The number eighty-four bus
Take me all the way home
I liked to sit upstairs
Looking out the window
High above the road
Take me all the way home
Greystones

On the old Stillorgan Road
Rolling out from Dublin
Across the Dargle River
And on into County Wicklow
Out to the Willow Grove
Delgany or Kilcoole
On the number eighty-four bus
And you're young and getting out from school
Greystones

We make a stop at Bray
Looking out the window
And a bunch of girls get on
All dolled up and wearing lipstick
Sitting on each others' lap
Singin' all their favorite pop songs
They're going to the dance tonight
At the Horse and Hounds Hotel
Greystones

Heading out of Bray
We proceed into the country
Where twilight shadows roll
All across the woodland meadows
The number eighty-four bus
Barely makes it up the hillside
On the winding, narrow road
Leading back towards the hearthstone
Greystones

And I get there in the night time
I run all the way up Church Road
And a misty rain is falling
On the treetops and the houses
And the iron gate swings open
And the dog begins a-barking
And the light flows through the windows
Where my childhood home is waiting
Greystones