Once there was a son. Among the gorse, among the grey. And wondrous dreams he spun. Among the gorse, among the grey. And he chased the clouds. And he kissed the wind.
Sometimes I long for the solitary life. Parents long gone, no kids, no wife. Sister somewhere in Australia. Never did keep in touch. Sex no more than a how-do-ye-do.
Well we were heroes then, and the girls were all pretty. And a uniform was a lucky charm, bought you the key to the city. We used to dance the whole night through.
Seems like just the other day. You and I, we sat and played. 'Come All Ye Tramps and Hawkers'. And the White Cockade. . Tea was flowing, dice were rolling.
I know the way. that i feel about you. i'm never going to run away. i'm never going to run away. never knew the way. when i lived without you. i'm never going to run away.