From Clare To Here

(Ralph McTell)



There's four who share this room

And we work hard for the craic

Sleepin' late on Sunday's well I

Never get to mass



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

It's a long way-ay from Clare to here

It's a long, long way; it gets further day-by-day

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



When Friday comes around

Well we're only into fighting

Mum would like a letter home, but

I'm too tired for writing



It almost breaks my heart

When I think of Josephine

I told I'd be coming home

With pockets full of green



The only time that I feel alright

Is when I'm into drinking

It'll sort of ease the pain

And level out my thinking



Sometimes hear a 'piper playing

Maybe it's a notion

I dream I see white horses dancing

On that other ocean