Testo In these exiled years Flogging Molly

In these exiled years

Itàs 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 againI've heard all your sad songs I can hear Itàs in with the whiskey and out with the gin I've heard all your sad songs I can hear Itàs another day older In These Exiled YearsThe 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 againI've heard all your sad songs I can hear Itàs in with the whiskey and out with the gin I've heard all your sad songs I can hear Itàs another day older In These Exiled YearsWalk away, watch me as I wave One foot here, but sure the other's in the grave Walk away, walk awayI've heard all your sad songs I can hear Itàs in with the whiskey and out with the gin I've heard all your sad songs I can hear Itàs another day older In These Exiled Years