The Islands Lyrics - Bankers & Gangsters - Black 47

If it's all so far behind me why does it seem like yesterday 

The lark in the morning, your auld lad tossin' hay 

The ferry in the harbor dancing jigs upon the waves 

The day I turned my back on you and the islands 

Seven years I stayed away though I wrote from time to time 

Down all those dancing days your eyes haunted me 

But Bainbridge was the sweetest whore, took care of my demands 

Bade me turn my back on you and the islands 

I brought you petticoats of silk, a diamond from the deuce 

No price too steep to pay for your commitment 

To lie once more beside you and to roll you in my arms 

That's why I came back home to you and the islands 

No smoke from your chimney 

Your yard was choked with grass 

They said you'd upped and gone to the mainland 

One mentioned that you'd met someone 

Now lived in Dublin town