I walked the stairs, I walked the stairs

From the shadows, a light of you flared

Then I walked the roads, I walked, walked the roads

And they brought me to the raw shores of Cóbh



New York a cough of blood

Along the water from

My dreams were calling out

Of sky and stone



I went westwards towards another war

And I knew what my eyes were fighting for

I watched my boy, I watched, watched my boy



Look out for my son he is so very young

Look out for my son my blood and bone



Look out for my son he was so very young

Look out for my son my blood and bone



I nursed the dead I nursed, I nursed the dead

And I drew the curtains across my own head

I went home, I went, went on home

'Began to feel I'm never alone



Look out for my soul, it never will get old

Look out for my soul, my story's told



When I crossed the atlantic

I arrived on the westside