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CLARE TO HERE (Ralph McTell) There's four who share this room And we work hard for the crack. Sleeping late on Sundays And we never got to Mass. cho: It's a long way from Clare to here, It's a long way from Clare to here, It's a long long way It gets further by the day It's a long long way from Clare to here. When Friday comes around Terry's only into fighting. My mom would like a letter home But I'm too tired for writing. It almost breaks my heart When I think of Josephine I told her I'd be coming home With my pockets full of green. The only time I feel alright Is when I'm into drinking. It can sort of ease the pain of it And it levels out my thinking. I sometimes hear a fiddle play Or maybe it's a notion. I dream I see white horses dance Upon that other ocean. Copyright Ralph McTell @Irish @home @emigrate @work filename[ CLAREHER TUNE FILE: CLAREHER CLICK TO PLAY KX OCT98 |
Clare to Here [Ralph McTell] From Clare to Here |