Hi Jamas,

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.

(Churus)

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 only into fighting.

My mom would like a letter home

But I'm too tired for writing.

(Chorus)

It almost breaks my heart

When I think of Josephine

I told her I'd be comming home

With my pockets full of green.

(Chorus)

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.

(Chorus)

I sometimes hear a fiddle play

Or maybe it's a notion.

I dream I see white horses dance

Upon that other ocean.

Enjoy,

Kevin