CLARE TO HERE

(by 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.

(Chorus)
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
Its a long long way from Clare to here.

When Friday comes around
Terry's (And he's?) only into fighting.
My mom would like a letter home
But I'm too tired for writing.

(Chorus)

(Well) It almost breaks my heart
When I think of Josephine
I (promised?) told her I'd be coming home (back?)
With my pockets full of green.

(Chorus)

The only time I feel alright
Is when I'm into drinking.
It (eases off) can sort of ease the pain of it
And it levels out my thinking.

(Chorus)

(I dream I hear) I sometimes hear a fiddle (piper) play
Or maybe it's a notion.
I dream I see white horses dance
Upon that other ocean.

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Words in brackets should come from a slightly different version.

For a few days only you can also hear this song (.WAV file).
Sorry, I do not know the name of the singer.