[Coat of black, coat of black]
[Weary waiting, weary waiting]
 
I turn out the light,
We kiss goodnight.
And weary waiting,
Weary waiting [bad word] closer,
Closer to where we belong.
 
Outside, the city children brandish,
Sharp, their knives - sharpen knives, [bad word] closer,
Closer to where we belong.
 
If you'll be weak,
Then I'll be strong.
When the night is long.
  [bad word] all the years you'll wait to find,
This man, who's loved you your whole life, [bad word] closer,
Closer to where we belong.
 
Just close your eyes,
Let those foxes fight.
The children of this city sharp their knives  [bad word] closer} 
Closer to where we belong.
 
And if I be weak,
Won't you be strong?
When the night is long.

If I'll be weak,
Chomreedhoo, chomreedhoo!
When the night is long.
 
Close your eyes,
Let the foxes fight.
Close your [bad word] closer to where we belong.
 
Where we belong,
When the night is long.
When the night is long.
 
[*Manx Gaelic for 'coat of black']