| I’m a stranger here from Ireland’s shore; |
| I’ve been on the road six months or
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| more
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| Hikin', workin', travel in style; |
| I’m a vagabond from Erin’s Isle
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| My sunburned thumb stuck up in the air, many’s the lift from here to there
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| Cars, buses, vans and trains, in the punishing heat, the snow and the rain
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| Whack fol the diddle fol the diro day
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| Whack fol the diddle fol the daro
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| Mrs. Dolan, your son he isn’t workin'
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| I came from Dublin to Jerusalem town, had a drink or two on the journey down
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| At a railway station called Gare du Nord, I missed my train through garglin'
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| hard
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| Three days later in Napoli, on a Turkish boat I sailed the sea
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| Slept in a hot hole down below, travelin' tourist class, you know
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| When the Promised Land came into sight, the customs man gave me a fright
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| «How much money have you got with you, Joe?» |
| I bluffed and said, «Fifty pounds or so.»
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| He said, «Shalom,» I said, «Good day.» |
| Grabbed me guitar, got fast away
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| Down to the dessert then I went, digging up history and livin' in a tent
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| It was in the Gulf of Aqaba, I met some Paddies and we had a fleadh
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| Danced through streets of Eilat Town, sang Sean South of Garryowen
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| I was travelin', I don’t know, you pack your gear, get up and go
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| Leave the crack for another bout, could damn well do with a pint of stout |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trip To Jerusalem / Two Reels: The Mullingar Races; The Crooked Road , by - Christy Moore. Song from the album The Iron Behind The Velvet, in the genre Музыка мира