four who shared this room we were caught up in the craic sleeping late on sundays and we never got to mass chorus it s a long way from clare to here it s a long way from clare to here it s a long long way it gets further by the day it s a long long way from clare to here when friday comes around we re only into fighting my ma would like a letter home but i m too tired for writing chorus it almost breaks my heart when i think of my family i told them i d be coming home with my pockets full of green chorus the only time i feel alright is when i m into drinking it can sort of ease the pain of it and it levels out my thinking chorus i sometimes hear the fiddles play maybe it s just a notion i dream i see white horses dance upon that other ocean chorus