I walked the stairs, I walked the stairs From the shadows, a light of you flared Then I walked the roads, I walked, walked the roads And they brought me to the raw shores of Cóbh New York a cough of blood Along the water from My dreams were calling out Of sky and stone I went westwards towards another war And I knew what my eyes were fighting for I watched my boy, I watched, watched my boy Look out for my son he is so very young Look out for my son my blood and bone Look out for my son he was so very young Look out for my son my blood and bone I nursed the dead I nursed, I nursed the dead And I drew the curtains across my own head I went home, I went, went on home ‘Began to feel I’m never alone Look out for my soul, it never will get old Look out for my soul, my story’s told When I crossed the atlantic I arrived on the westside