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.