Written by: Van Morrison

I'm tired Joey Boy
While you're out with the sheep
My life is so troubled
I can't go to sleep
I would walk myself out
But the streets are so dark
I shall wait til the morning
And walk in the park

This life is so simple when
One is at home
And I'm never complaining
When there's work to be done
Oh I'm tired Joey Boy of the makings of men
I would like to be cheerful again

And Ambition will take you
And ride you too far and
Conservatism to boredom what's more
So go out by the river
And watch the stream flow
Recall all the dreams
That you once used to know
The things you've forgotten
That took you away
To pastures not greener but meaner

Love of the simple is all that I need
I've no time for schism or lovers of greed
Go up to the mountain, go up to the glen
When silence will touch you