There's four who share this room as we work hard for the crack
And sleeping late on Sundays I never get to Mass
It's a long way from Clare to here
It's a long way from Clare to here
It's a long, long way, it grows further by the day
It's a long way from Clare to here
When Friday comes around Terry's only into fighting
My ma would like a letter home but I'm too tired for writing
It almost breaks my heart when I think of Josephine
I told her I'd be coming home with my pockets full of green
And the only time I feel alright is when I'm into drinking
It sort of eases the pain of it and levels out my thinking
I sometimes hear a fiddle play or maybe it's a notion
I dream I see white horses dance upon that other ocean
It's a long, long way from Clare to here.
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- The Best Of
- 8 Frames a Second: Expanded Edition
- The Best of Ralph McTell
- Affairs of the Heart
- The Definitive Transatlantic Collection
- Live At Troubadour Festival 1997
- Affairs of the Heart: A Collection of His Love Songs
- Somewhere Down The Road
- Streets of London: The Best of Ralph McTell
- Spiral Staircase
- Spiral Staircase: Expanded Edition
- Streets of London: The Best of Ralph McTell (22)
- Streets of London: Best of Ralph McTell
- Eight Frames a Second
- From Clare to Here: The Songs of Ralph McTell
- The Definitive Collection
- Right Side Up
- Streets of London and Other Story Songs
- Sand in Your Shoes