(Ralph McTell, as altered by Nanci Griffith)
Four who shared this room and we caught up in the crack
Sleeping late on Sundays and we never got to Mass
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 we're only into fighting
My Ma would like a letter home but I'm too tired for writing
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
It almost breaks my heart when I think of my family
I told them I'd be coming home with my pockets full of green
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
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
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
I sometimes hear the fiddles play, maybe it's just a notion
I dream I see white horses dance upon that other ocean
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
Needless to say, perhaps, you probably don't want to hear from me right now. Gotta shake home off first.
Comments (1)
Big hugs--I hope you're able to rise above the post-trip let-down soon.
Posted by Scand | June 11, 2007 3:32 PM