Four & Twenty

Four & twenty years ago

I come into this life

the son of a woman

and a man who lived in strife

he was tired o' being poor

and he wasn't into selling door to door

and he worked like a devil to be more

A different kind of poverty

now upsets me so

night after sleepless night

I walk the floor and I want to know

why am I so alone

where is my woman can I bring her home

have I driven her away... is she gone

Morning comes, the sunrise

and I'm driven to my bed

I see that it is empty

and there's devils in my head

I embrace the many coloured beast

I grow weary of the torment

can there be no peace

and I find myself just wishin'

that my life would simply cease