I see the lights of the city
 I see them rising up
 They're moving in the dark
 fire without a spark

 And the mornings moving first
 The morning's moving first
 God [bad word] on

 Somewhere on the mountain around the ragged sea
 Where time is lying still
 I'm falling up the hill
 And the sky is pouring in
 Sky is pouring in
 Sky is pouring in

 Girl, I hear you crying
 Oh, girl I hear you cry
 Oh, girlie don't you cry
 For I [bad word] for you
 Yes, I [bad word] for you
 And we'll go home

 Rest you now easy
 Now rest my brother John
 Your journey has been long
 Your road was filled with song
 Now I miss you, now you're gone
 I miss you, now you're gone
 I miss you, now you're gone