When the moon rises over the meadow And the grass is glistening with the dew I'll come home and find you softly sleeping And I'll throw up and I'll pass out next to you.
When the moon rolls through the darkness And the birds have all gone up to their beds I'll be down at the pub with my buddies And I'll kick all the teeth out of their heads.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow And come ye back when winter's in the glen For I'll be there and softly I'll sing for you If the IRA hasn't kidnapped me again.
