From The Drifter To The Drake

Oh, woh oh oh
Oh, woh oh oh
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And when I wake up and it's not that cold
In the morning and I'm not that old
And if you told me true temperance doesn't pay
So I wake up in Kilchoman bay

Let the anchor mark the spot where I lay
Yeah the anchor marks the spot where we lay
If you take it from the drifter to the drake
Into a landscape that doesn't say anything

Oh, woh oh oh
Oh, woh oh oh
Oh, woh oh oh
Oh, woh oh oh

I lay at the battles where stories are told
So each day I wake up and I'm not that old
Back to the cold, cold world where I lay
When I wake up, in Kilchoman bay

Let the anchor mark the spot where I lay
Yeah the anchor marks the spot where we lay
If you take it from the drifter to the drake
Into a landscape that doesn't need to say anything

Oh, woh oh oh
Oh, woh oh oh
Oh, woh oh oh
Oh, woh oh oh

Woh oh oh
Woh oh oh
Woh oh oh
Woh oh oh