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The rain came down in sheets the night I kissed my mother's cheek
The kitchen clock was ticking loud,neither one of us could speak
Dad stood out by the yard gate,cap in hand and eyes cast low
The cattle knew before we did that one of us would have to go
I carried forty pounds and a cardboard suitcase tied with twine
Walked the boreen backwards so the house stayed in my mind
Oh the last boat out of Galway took another child away
Left the hills a little quieter at the breaking of the day
From Cobh to Castle Garden,from Shannon to the Thames
We scatter like the bog cotton on the four winds of the land
They said the streets in Birmingham were paved with better pay
Ten men to every bedsit and the sun forgot the way
I laid the bricks that built their towns,I poured their bitter beer
But every Christmas Eve I heard the Atlantic in my ear
Sent home the wages in a thin blue envelope each week
While Mammy's letters got shorter and her handwriting got weak
Oh the last boat out of Galway took another child away
Left the hills a little quieter at the breaking of the day
From Cobh to Castle Garden,from Shannon to the Thames
We scatter like the bog cotton on the four winds of the land
Years rolled on like winter waves along the lonely shore
I watched my children grow with accents I never wore
They call the television "telly,"they've never seen a boreen
And when they ask about the old place I don't know what they mean
But sometimes late at night I dream I'm standing on the pier
The salt wind cuts my face again and every stone feels near
I saved and saved for the ticket,kept it hidden forty years
Now my hands shake too much to hold it,my eyes too full of tears
The doctor says I'll not be travelling,the lungs are nearly done
So bury me facing westward,let me smell the rain that's come
Oh the last boat out of Galway never really brought me home
But the wind that leaves these islands will carry these bones
When the heather blooms on the hill above the village by the bay
Let them say he heard the curlew and he finally found his way
From Cobh to Castle Garden,from Shannon to the Thames
We're only ever lent to the world,then the West Wind calls us in