When the moon rises over the meadow

And the grass is glistening with the dew

I'll come home and find you softly sleeping

And I'll throw up and I'll pass out next to you. 



When the moon rolls through the darkness

And the birds have all gone up to their beds

I'll be down at the pub with my buddies

And I'll kick all the teeth out of their heads. 



But come ye back when summer's in the meadow

And come ye back when winter's in the glen

For I'll be there and softly I'll sing for you

If the IRA hasn't kidnapped me again.