| I walked the stairs, I walked the stairs
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| From the shadows, a light of you flared
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| Then I walked the roads, I walked, walked the roads
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| And they brought me to the raw shores of Cóbh
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| New York a cough of blood
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| Along the water from
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| My dreams were calling out
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| Of sky and stone
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| I went westwards towards another war
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| And I knew what my eyes were fighting for
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| I watched my boy, I watched, watched my boy
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| Look out for my son he is so very young
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| Look out for my son my blood and bone
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| Look out for my son he was so very young
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| Look out for my son my blood and bone
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| I nursed the dead I nursed, I nursed the dead
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| And I drew the curtains across my own head
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| I went home, I went, went on home
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| 'Began to feel I’m never alone
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| Look out for my soul, it never will get old
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| Look out for my soul, my story’s told
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| When I crossed the Atlantic
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| I arrived on the west side |