Last night as I lay dreaming. My way across the sea. James Mangan brought me comfort. With laudnum and poitin. He flew me back to Dublin. In 1819. To a public execution.
Long years ago I fell in love. With a lady proud and fair. So passionate were she and I. We made fire in the air. I loved her more than life itself. She loved me just the same.
My Daddy was a sinner, but my. Mother was a saintly person. But I ruined my life by drinking, bad. Wives, taking pills and cursing. Rock and roll you crucified me,.
You gotta walk that mile honey child. You gotta walk that mile honey child. Well, I'll show you what is hip. As we walk down Leeson strip. And I'll do it for the ghost of a smile.