Shoes, shirts, my bag and keys Set outside again to try and freeze Get me out of this town submerged underwater The air is either freezing or hotter This snow globe of leaves is a place that I can breathe Round and round it goes, where that is nobody knows Nobody chooses to stare A sight so rare My words have sunk down they're coming back around I never poisoned my thoughts with alcohol for a cause The death of my first friend, forever broken The laughter of all fucking friends Has tampered with my judgement In a state of happiness, pretend is fun At least I don't drink or I'd never see the sun My mind is dry With bread and drugs but I know to have fun (Let us go) (Woo sound from Andrews bowels) instrumental shit Like the drummer boy from Delaware, when he left us He knew who he was, so he cut his hair Free from the status book He walks among us unlike a rook I'll know who I am by tomorrow night After I will lie to you saying that it is alright

I remember all the times we shared Walking through the mall down there. The moon climbs and you shine the brightest tonight. I can't imagine what you'd say If we had just met yesterday. But months fly by with you in my life. Momma lay down beside me Outside by the oak tree. You can say you love me. Stay with me and watch the bees And the birds. They're flying through the sky. Oh why oh why can't I take you with me to the land with whiskey in the valley? I remember walking through the fields. I’d dance in pubs to jigs and reels. The sun’s up and you jump. The Murder Of Crows Are gigging in O’Donoghue’s. You’ll belt the words and drink the booze. Just take my hand And I’ll show you the land. Momma lay down beside me Outside by the oak tree. You can say you love me. Stay with me and watch the bees And the birds. They're flying through the sky. Oh why oh why can't I take you with me to the land with whiskey in the valley? I'll tell me ma When I go home The boys won't leave The girls alone They pulled my hair They stole my comb But that’s alright ‘Til I go home She is handsome she is pretty She is the belle of Dublin city She is courting one, two, three Pray would you tell me who is she Albert Mooney says he loves her All the boys are fighting for her They knock at the door And they ring at the bell saying "oh, my true love are you well" Out she comes as white as snow With rings on her fingers And bells on her toes Ol' Jenny Murray says she'll die If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye Momma lay down beside me Outside by the oak tree. You can say you love me. Stay with me and watch the bees And the birds. They're flying through the sky. Oh why oh why can't I take you with me to the land with whiskey in the valley?