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Nanci Griffith

From Clare To Here


Four who shared this room and
we were caught up in the crack
Sleeping late on Sundays
and we never got 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 get's further by the day
It's a long, long way from Clare to here

When Friday comes around
we're only into fighting
My Ma would like a letter home but
I'm too tired for writing

(repeat chorus)

It almost breaks my heart
when I think of my family
I told them I'd be coming home with my
pockets full of green

(repeat chorus)

The only time I feel alright
is when I'm into drinking
It can sort of ease the pain of it and it
levels out my thinking

(repeat chorus)

I sometimes hear the fiddles play,
maybe it's just a notion
I dream I see white horses dance upon
that other ocean

(repeat chorus)