From Clare To Here

McTell Ralph

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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