Get Back - The Tossers

One bright mornin' I walked down the glen

And down the mountain side

Not bound to work in the clay no more

To go where the day may bide

And down the boreen a cold wind rose, a ghost upon the breeze

To moan and kick up old angers and torments upon me

Get back you specters, back you shades that haunt me in my dreams

For I am bound to see a brand new lover

And off they ran as small birds sang at me within the trees

Under the sun and how I enjoyed my own continuity

It was luck and privilege that brought me here, and strength

That makes me stay and the song upon the breeze tells how kindness reciprocates