The Contender (Live at The Point, 2006)

Oh, when I was young, and I was in my day

I could steal what woman's heart there was away

I'd sing and dance until mornin' blaze away until the dawnin'

Long before I was the man you see today

I was born beneath the star that promised all

I could've lived my life between Cork Cobh and Youghal

But the Wheel of Fortune took me

And from the highest point it shook me

By the bottle live and by the bottle I shall fall

And there in the mirror on the wall

I see the dream is fadin'

From the contender to the brawl

The ring, the rose, the matador is ravin'

And when I die, I'll die a drunk down on the street

You can count me out to 10 in clear defeat

Oh, wrap the starry plow around me

And let the piper's air resound me

There I'll rest until the Lord of love I'll meet

And there in the mirror on the wall

I see the dream is fadin'

From the contender to the brawl

The ring, the rose, the matador is ravin'

Oh, wrap the starry plow around me

And let the piper's air resound me

There I'll rest until the Lord of love I'll meet