Well, it's oh so late, are you asleep? Well, there's not a sound, so it's time for me to dream The window pane, late city scenes So far away from where
I sit alone I drink alone I was born alone I'll die alone I dream alone I heal alone I exist alone And maybe now that's a lot of alone to put up with
Well, there's no loot, there's no booze, and it's no fun Well, there's no loot, there's no booze, and it's no fun Well, there's no loot, there's no booze
Her slightest move still commands my attention I've seen her look radiant engulfed in convention More beautiful than anyone here or I've seen I've
"Oh well, out on the road, it's dark and it's cold" Said my mother as she passed by Well, you'll never stick it long enough You're a fool to even try
Well oh remember that day, average and gray, you came to me and then I heard a kindness like a memory I once felt on a passing wind Oh but the kindness
I'll tell me ma when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pull my hair, they steal my comb But that's all right till I go home She
Why spend your leisure bereft of pleasure A massing treasure, why scrape and save? Why look so canny at every penny? You'll take no money within the grave
Then I'll haste to wed a sailor and send him off to sea For a life of independence is the pleasant life for me But every now and then I would like
Well, in the park I sat down with my love And not a thing was wrong Oh, the sun shone down from up above And not a thing was wrong And I go to where
Where do children go when they're not crying childish tears They go to paradise up above and live throughout the years But then where do they go when
Well I often walk down to the pub in springtime To take the summer breeze and drink with friends But on the 12th day of September I went down there
Well here I am again In a foreign town where I know no one On another continent Well it's four o'clock and I'm with someone That I haven't met before
Well, last night I lie all in my dreams When a rap at the door it startled me And I heard those footsteps on the stairs And I bade her, please come in
Purgatory Oh all the money that e'er I had, I spent it in good company And of all the harm that ever I've done alas it was to none but me And all I
Tim Finnegan lived on Walkin Street, A gentleman Irish mighty odd well, he had a brogue both rich and sweet, An' to rise in the world he carried
Well I busted up a sailer and ran out on my jailor. And I turned around in me shoes and scaled over the fence They picked me on Thomas having dreams
Bred as we among the mountains how the sailor understands The divine intoxication of the first league out from land Endless sea I've chosen vast and
