Lyrics
Who come down, through your brain this time?
Who come down, to bring you a fight
Who come down, little Irish boy?
Who come down, to give you a fright?
I hear the pain in the sound of your voice
The sorrow you've taken on
I hear your pain in the wind on the Moors
In the echo of your songs
Who come down, through your heart this time?
Who come down, and into your pen?
Who come down, little Irish boy?
Who come down, to scare you again?
A tragic poet? life you live
On the Dylan Thomas curve
And the bloody eyes far past your age
Are reflected in your words
Who come down, through your brain this time?
Who come down, to bring you a fight
Who come down, little Irish boy?
Who come down, to give you a fright?
Who come down, whoever pint this time
Who come down, when things got bad?
Who come down, to say goodnight
To a lovely Irish lad?