Backwards Bound/Jeremy's Jam

I sit beside firelight

And I rest upon the sand

My bundle sits upon my stick

And my face, sits in my hand

I take a sip of the stout my love,

And I drink myself to sleep

And one more thought of you all alone

And it sends my heart to weep

For Australia it looks, Australia it sounds

And Australia, so it seems

For though I sleep on Australia's dirt,

It's Ireland in my dreams

I wake to the call,

Still growin' old

And I hold my achin' head

I roll my bundle up again

And I clear my earthen bed

And the sun climbs high,

It claims the sky above my uplifted face

And I think of you

And of what I've done

And I lower it in disgrace

For Australia it looks, Australia it sounds

And Australia, so it seems

For though I stand on Australia's cliffs,

It's Ireland in my dreams

In the seaside town of eire

On the great Australian bight

I stow away on a prison ship

By the cover of the night

And the morning sun lays witness

To a bow slicing through the foam

And I can feel you smile

A thousand miles away

As you learn that I'm comin' home

For Australia it looks, Australia it sounds

And Australia, so it seems

For though I sail from Australia's shores,

In Ireland soon I'll be