Ralph McTell
notes: Ralph is surprised, and pleased, that this is mistaken for a
traditional Irish song.
Clare to Here
Ralph McTell
F G C B Am
Four of us shared a room and we were caught up in the craic
F G C G Am (7th)
Got up late on Sundays, and we never got to Mass
Dm G C B Am
And it’s a long, long way from Clare to here
Dm G7 Am
It’s a long, long way from Clare to here
F G C G Am (7th)
It’s a long, long way; it gets further every day
Dm G7 Am
It’s a long, long way from Clare to here
Friday night comes, and we were all into the fightin’
Me ma would like a letter home, but I’m just too tired for writin’
It almost breaks my heart when I think about my family
I told them I’d be comin’ home with me pockets full of green
The only time I feel alright is when I’m in to drinkin’
It helps to ease the pain a bit, and it levels out my thinkin’
I thought I heard the piper playin’, or maybe that was just a notion
I can almost see white horses dancin’ out across that other ocean