Celtic Thunder - Toora loora lay

^DI woke upon a Sunday morning ^GTired eyes to great the day ^DA rucksack full of expectations ^GUp on dreary Langton Way ^AThe train awaiting on the platform ^GThe diesel humming high ^AA one way ticket stamped for freedom ^GTime for just one last goodbye

^DToora loora lay I'm on ^Emmy way ^F#mMake it New York City, San Francisco, ^GBotany Bay ^AI've been praying I've been waiting mister ^GFor this faithful day ^DToora loora lay

^DTook passage on the early water ^GWaved the mainland sweet goodbye ^DLit a cigarettte above on top deck' ^GWatched the seagulls soar the sky ^AI woke up to the sound of laughter ^GAnd the strangers passing by ^AStepped upon the land of dreams ^Gand had myself a smile

^DToora loora lay I'm on ^Emmy way ^F#mMake it New York City, San Francisco, ^GBotany Bay ^AI've been praying I've been waiting mister ^GFor this faithful day ^DToora loora lay

^DMet a sham from Blarney, ginger red ^GOn a New York City street ^DHe was asking if I'd seen the hurling ^GAnd how the hell we'd meet At a bar in ^AQueens he knew a man that ^Gcame from my hometown ^AThen he borrowed twenty dollars ^GTill his pay day came around

^DToora loora lay I'm on ^Emmy way ^F#mMake it New York City, San Francisco, ^GBotany Bay ^AI've been praying I've been waiting mister ^GFor this faithful day ^DToora loora lay

^DI got some work by Sydney Harbour ^GWith a firm from Antrim town ^DWe were digging up the paving stones ^GLaying concrete piping down ^AFound a place up on the hill for pints ^GWhere they said you'd have to craic ^AThey were singing toora looralay ^GSaying we're never going back

^DToora loora lay I'm on ^Emmy way ^F#mMake it New York City, San Francisco, ^GBotany Bay ^AI've been praying I've been waiting mister ^GFor this faithful day ^DToora loora lay

^DToora loora lay I'm on ^Emmy way ^F#mMake it New York City, San Francisco, ^GBotany Bay ^AI've been praying I've been waiting mister ^GFor this faithful day ^DToora loora lay