Al Dublin

I walk along the street of sorrow,

The Boulevard of Broken Dreams;

Where gigolo and gigolette

Can take a kiss without regret,

So they forget their broken dreams.

You laugh tonight and cry tomorrow,

When you behold your shattered schemes,

And gigolo and gigolette

Wake up to find their eyes are wet

With tears that tell of broken dreams.

Here is where you'll always find me,

Always walking up and down;

But I left my soul behind me

In an old cathedral town.

The joy that you find here you borrow,

You cannot keep it long it seems,

But gigolo and gigolette

Still sing a song and dance along

The Boulevard of Broken Dreams.

1933