Toora Loora Lay

I woke up on a Sunday mornin', tired eyes to greet the day
A rucksack full of expectations, up on dreary Langdon way
A train a-waiting on the platform, the diesel humming high
A one-way ticket stamped for freedom, time for just one last goodbye
Toora-loora-lay, I'm on my way
Makin' New York City, San Francisco, Botany Bay
I've been prayin', I've been waitin' mister for this fateful day
Toora-loo-ra-lay
Met a sham from Clarky gingerbread on a New York City street
He was askin' if I'd seen the hurlin', and
How the hell we'd meet at a bar in Queens
He knew a man that came from my hometown
Then he borrowed $20 'til his payday came along
Toora-loo-ra-lay, I'm on my way
Makin' New York City, San Francisco, Botany Bay
I've been prayin', I've been waitin' mister for this fateful day
Toora-loo-ra-lay
Got some work by Sydney Harbor with a firm from Antrim town
We were diggin' up the paving stone, layin' concrete pipin' down
Found a place upon the hill for pints
Where they said you have to crack
They were singin' Toora-loora-lay sayin', "We're
Never going back." Toora-loo-ra-lay, I'm on my way
Makin' New York City, San Francisco, Botany Bay
I've been prayin', I've been waitin' mister for this fateful day
Toora-loo-ra-lay, I'm on my way
Makin' New York City, San Francisco, Botany Bay
I've been prayin', I've been waitin' mister for this fateful day
Toora-loo-ra-lay