Ralph McTell

Ralph McTell - From Clare To Here

There's four who share this room as we work hard for the crack

And sleeping late on Sundays I never get 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 grows further by the day

It's a long way from Clare to here

When Friday comes around Terry's only into fighting

My ma 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


And the only time I feel alright is when I'm into drinking

It sort of eases the pain of it and 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


It's a long, long way from Clare to here.

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