Life Without Living on a Sunny Winter Day - Irish Stew of Sindidun

Thousand miles know my lack of thoughts

Separating me from all my faults

Made me feel like lost in a fog

And all my hopes and all my dreams

Rest in peace or so it seems

Made me feel like rose in a bog

With empty bottle where my beer used to be

With my memories, fading away, down this street

With the wind at my back that makes my faith regained

I will never let it go again

With empty bottle where my beer used to be

With my memories, fading away, down this street

With the wind at my back that makes my faith regained

I will never let it go again

Roaming the streets, and pints of beer,

Trying to remember to what I used to cheer,

Made me like I’m sick in the head

Where the blossoms grow and the wee birds fly,

Is where I ran from curious eyes

That’s my home and there is my bed.

With empty bottle where my beer used to be

With my memories, fading away, down this street

With the wind at my back that makes my faith regained

I will never let it go again

Cheerful face and tired soul

Walk alone in senseless days

Seeking hard a place to fall

Drowning smile in their disgrace

Cheerful face and tired soul

Walk alone in senseless days

Seeking hard a place to fall

Drowning smile in their disgrace

With empty bottle where my beer used to be

With my memories, fading away, down this street

With the wind at my back that makes my faith regained

I will never let it go again