The guards are changing
Not dark or light.
My drowsy steering
Is guiding me back home.
There's three more towns to go.
Drifting back they all
Cried for more
Familiar hands plucked another Christy Moore
While the bar maid cleaned the floor.
Well I have seen too much but I haven't seen enough.
All the leaves that drop how they, drain so much.
But the lumberjack don't stop. He won't stop.
What was that just an Irish fox
As I was saying we packed it all back up
And the speakers weigh a ton.
Approaching home now the Carlow road,
I take a left as a pothole shakes the load.
I don't react at all.
Well I have seen too much but I haven't seen enough.
All the leaves that drop how they, drain so much.
But the lumberjack don't stop. He won't stop.
I lift it out now I lift it in.
Too late for tea as daylight's drawing in.
I put the money in the tin.
Sweaty tee-shirt I say goodnight,
Half asleep you ask me for the time
The alarm is set for nine.