Ralph McTell - From Clare To Here Lyrics
There's four who share this room as we work hard for the crackAnd sleeping late on Sundays I never get to MassIt's a long way from Clare to hereIt's a long way from Clare to hereIt's a long, long way, it grows further by the dayIt's a long way from Clare to hereWhen Friday comes around Terry's only into fightingMy ma would like a letter home but I'm too tired for writingChorusIt almost breaks my heart when I think of JosephineI told her I'd be coming home with my pockets full of greenChorusAnd the only time I feel alright is when I'm into drinkingIt sort of eases the pain of it and levels out my thinkingChorusI sometimes hear a fiddle play or maybe it's a notionI dream I see white horses dance upon that other oceanChorusIt's a long, long way from Clare to here.