From Clare to here

There's four who share the room, and we work hard for the crack,
But getting up late on Sunday, I never get to mass.

It's a long, long way from Clare to here,
Oh, it's a long long way,
It gets further day by day,
It's a long, long way from Clare to here

When Friday night comes around and I'm only into fighting
My ma would like a letter home but I'm too tired for writing

And the only time I feel alright is when I'm into drinking
It eases off the pain a bit and levels out my thinking

And it almost breaks my heart when I think of Josephine
I promised I'd be coming back with pockets full of green

I dream I hear a piper play maybe it's emotion
I dream I see white horses dance on that other ocean