Toora Loora Lay - Celtic Thunder

I woke upon a Sunday morning

Tired eyes to great the day

A rucksack full of expectations

Up on dreary Langton Way

The train awaiting on the platform

The diesel humming high

A one way ticket stamped for freedom

Time for just one last goodbye

Toora loora lay

I’m on my way

Make it New York City, San Francisco, Botany Bay

I’ve been praying I’ve been waiting mister

For this faithful day

Toora loora lay

Took passage on the early water

Waved the mainland sweet goodbye

Lit a cigarette above on top deck'

Watched the seagulls soar the sky

I woke up to the sound of laughter

And the strangers passing by

Stepped upon the land of dreams

And had myself a smile

Toora loora lay

I’m on my way

Make it New York City, San Francisco, Botany Bay

I’ve been praying I’ve been waiting mister

For this faithful day

Toora loora lay

Met a sham from Blarney, ginger red

On a New York City street

He was asking if I’d seen the hurling

And how the hell we’d meet

At a bar in Queens

He knew a man that came from my hometown

Then he borrowed twenty dollars

Till his pay day came around

Toora loora lay

I’m on my way

Make it New York City, San Francisco, Botany Bay

I’ve been praying I’ve been waiting mister

For this faithful day

Toora loora lay

I got some work by Sydney Harbour

With a firm from Antrim town

We were digging up the paving stones

Laying concrete piping down

Found a place up on the hill for pints

Where they said you’d have to craic

They were singing toora loora lay

Saying we’re never going back

Toora loora lay

I’m on my way

Make it New York City, San Francisco, Botany Bay

I’ve been praying I’ve been waiting mister

For this faithful day

Toora loora lay

Toora loora lay

I’m on my way

Make it New York City, San Francisco, Botany Bay

I’ve been praying I’ve been waiting mister

For this faithful day

Toora loora lay