These Exiled Years - Flogging Molly

It’s four in the mornin'

Battered and numb

A loaded room, an empty gun

I whistle a tune, I heard years before

The clock started tickin'

Where did the time go I danced to the mornin'

She called out my name

The wind was a howlin'

And down came the rain

Her arms they caressed me Sweet was her brow

She opened my eyes

To banish the doubt

Wash me down in all of your joy

But don’t drag me through this again

I’ve heard all your sad songs I can hear

It’s in with the whiskey and out with the gin

I’ve heard all your sad songs I can hear

It’s another day older

In These Exiled Years

The dew on the ground

Blankets the face

Cold was the night

Gone her embrace

For your land of the free

Now prisons me To rot in this jail

Of lost liberty

Wash me down in all of your joy

But don’t drag me through this again

I’ve heard all your sad songs I can hear

It’s in with the whiskey and out with the gin

I’ve heard all your sad songs I can hear

It’s another day older

In These Exiled Years

Walk away, watch me as I wave

One foot here, but sure the other’s in the grave

Walk away, walk away

I’ve heard all your sad songs I can hear

It’s in with the whiskey and out with the gin

I’ve heard all your sad songs I can hear

It’s another day older

In These Exiled Years