Seven Nations. From Clare To Here. Zeneszám

From Clare To Here
(Ralph McTell)

There's four who share this room
And we work hard for the craic
Sleepin' late on Sunday's well I
Never get to mass

It's a long, long way from Clare to here
It's a long way-ay from Clare to here
It's a long, long way; it gets further day-by-day
It's a long, long way from Clare to here

When Friday comes around
Well we're only into fighting
Mum would like a letter home, but
I'm too tired for writing

It almost breaks my heart

When I think of Josephine
I told I'd be coming home
With pockets full of green

The only time that I feel alright
Is when I'm into drinking
It'll sort of ease the pain
And level out my thinking

Sometimes hear a 'piper playing
Maybe it's a notion
I dream I see white horses dancing
On that other ocean