TransAtlantic

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