Wrap the Starry Plough around me
Let the piper’s air resound me
There I rest until the Lord of Love I’ll meet
When I was young and I was in my day
Sure I’d steal what woman’s heart there was away
And I’d sing into the dawning
Song ablaze into the morning
Long before I was the man you see today.
I was born beneath the star that promised all
I could have lived my life between Cork, Cobh and Youghal
But the wheel of fortune took me
and from the highest point she shook me
By the bottle, by the bottle I shall fall
But there in the mirror on the wall
I see the dream is fading
From the contender to the brawl
The ring, the rose, the matador, raving
When I die I’ll die a drunk down on the street
He will count me out to ten in clear defeat
Wrap the Starry Plough around me
Let the piper’s air resound me
There I rest until the Lord of Love I’ll meet
But there in the mirror on the wall
I see the dream is fading
From the contender to the brawl
The ring, the rose, the matador, raving
But there in the mirror on the wall
I see the dream is fading
From the contender to the brawl
The ring, the rose, the matador, raving
When I was young and I was in my day
Sure I’d steal what woman’s heart there was away
And I’d sing into the dawning
Song a blaze into the morning
Long before I was the man you see today.
Wrap the Starry Plough around me
Let the piper’s air resound me
There I rest until the Lord of Love I’ll meet
There I rest until the Lord of Love I’ll meet
