|
When I?m drunk I dream of you, |
|
When I?m dry its of you too. |
|
I have my clothes tucked in my bag, |
|
In case you do not want me back. |
|
And when I smile it wont be long, |
|
Long again till I?m on my own. |
|
Oh on the street and with the poor, |
|
To drink until I can think no more. |
|
So dream of lands far far away, |
|
And love to come to you some day. |
|
And think of things that make you smile, |
|
If it?s only for a while. |
|
May the road rise up to meet you, |
|
May God have mercy on you. |
|
And may that mercy follow you, |
|
Your whole day through |
