When I was young and I was in my day Sure I'd steal what woman's heart there was away And I'd sing into the dawning Saw a blaze into the morning Long before I was the man you see today. I was born beneath the star that promised all I could have lived my life without Cassandra's call But the wheel of fortune took me From the highest point she shook me By the bottle live by the bottle I shall fall There in the mirror on the wall I see the dream is fading From the contender to the brawl The ring, the rose, the matador, raving And when I die I'll die a drunk down on the street He will count me out to ten in clear defeat Wrap the Starry Plough around me Let the piper's air resound me There I'll rest until the Lord of Love I'll meet There in the mirror on the wall I see the dream is fading From the contender to the brawl The ring, the rose, the matador, raving There in the mirror on the wall I see the dream is fading From the contender to the brawl The ring, the rose, the matador, ravin
Fuckin deadly lads! I was having a melancholy night here in Chicago just thinking if I’ll ever see Ireland again! Thanks be to God for technology, I can visit Ireland at the touch of a button. Slán abhaile 🙏🏻🇮🇪🙏🏻☘️🙏🏻
