CH.  I TURN MY FACE TO THE FOUR WINDS,
        AND ONCE AGAIN I STAND ALONE,
        [bad word] FOR MY SINS,
        THE CROSS I CARRY IS MY OWN…
 
 
V1.  WELL I WISH SHE WAS WAITING FOR ME BACK AT HOME,
       ‘COS WITH ICE IN MY HEART I HAD TOLD HER TO GO,
       NOW I REGRET MY SIN AS MY ANGUISH BEGINS,
       I HIDE IN THE BOTTLE THAT I NOW LIVE IN,
       & BETWEEN BARS I FLOAT, AS I SING RAGLAN ROAD,
       WITH PINT IN MY HAND & LUMP IN MY THRO-O-OAT...
 
 
CH.  I TURN MY FACE TO THE FOUR WINDS,
        AND ONCE AGAIN I STAND ALONE,
        [bad word] FOR MY SINS,
        THE CROSS I CARRY IS MY OWN…
 
 
V2.  AS THE BOYS SHOUT FOR MORE, THERE’S ME DOSH ON THE FLOOR,
       AS I STAGGER TOWARDS THE BOOZERS’ OLD DOOR,
       & I’M OFF DOWN THE STREET, THOUGH UNSURE ON MY FEET,
       HOPING HER OPEN ARMS WAIT THERE FOR ME,
       AS I STUMBLE & FALL FROM THE STAIRS TO THE HALL,
       THERE’S ONLY AN ECHO TO ANSWER MY CALL,
       & I BURST IN THE ROOM, CAST AROUND IN THE GLOOM,
       WHERE ONCE WAS OUR HOME’S NOW THE STILL OF THE TOMB...
 
 
CH.  I TURN MY FACE TO THE FOUR WINDS,
        AND ONCE AGAIN I STAND ALONE,
        [bad word] FOR MY SINS,
        THE CROSS I CARRY IS MY OWN…
 
 
CH.  I TURN MY FACE TO THE FOUR WINDS,
        AND ONCE AGAIN I STAND ALONE,
        [bad word] FOR MY SINS,
        THE CROSS I CARRY IS MY OWN…
        THE CROSS I CARRY IS MY O-O-O-O-OWN, 
        THE CROSS I CARRY IS MY OWN
 
 
Quiet CH.> I TURN MY FACE TO THE FOUR WINDS,     
                   AND ONCE AGAIN I STAND ALONE,
                   [bad word] FOR MY SINS,     
                   THE CROSS I CARRY IS MY OWN...