A vagrant who’s lost his job His dwelling and lowly crop Has fallen ill He’s sadly building a manmade boat
At Aunt Jemima’s home near filene’s department store Now their family live well Making a living in New York
His plans are not death He Hopes to start from scratch In the far side of the world; He leaves all what’s left Still loving his land He knows he’ll never lose that love
Through out the wild ways to Galway Cause he´s wishing to reach the sea Searching his own freedom’s pathway The New World, he’s going to seek
Among all the locked doors Are only shitty jobs my dreams turned sad and have finally gone I was a blind child, a simple wind-up toy I was one of death's red juggling balls
Through out the wild ways to Galway Cause he´s wishing to reach the sea Searching his own freedom’s pathway The New World, he’s going to seek.