From Clare To Here — текст песни (Ralph McTell)

There`s four who share this room as we work hard for the crack
And sleeping late on Sundays I never get to Mass

It`s a long way from Clare to here
It`s a long way from Clare to here
It`s a long, long way, it grows further by the day
It`s a long way from Clare to here

When Friday comes around Terry`s only into fighting
My ma would like a letter home but I`m too tired for writing

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It almost breaks my heart when I think of Josephine
I told her I`d be coming home with my pockets full of green

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And the only time I feel alright is when I`m into drinking
It sort of eases the pain of it and levels out my thinking

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I sometimes hear a fiddle play or maybe it`s a notion
I dream I see white horses dance upon that other ocean

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It`s a long, long way from Clare to here.