I Turn My Face to the Four Winds

I TURN MY FACE TO THE FOUR WINDS

CH. I turn my face to the four winds,

And once again I stand alone.

-Crucified for my sins,

The cross I carry is my own…

V1. Well I wish she was waiting for me back at home,

‘cos with ice in my heart I had told her to go.

Now I regret my sin, as my anguish begins,

I hide in the bottle that I now live in…

And between bars I float, as I sing ‘Raglan Road’,

With a pint in my hand, and a lump in my throat...

CH. I turn my face to the four winds,

And once again I stand alone.

-Crucified for my sins,

The cross I carry is my own…

V2. As the boys shout for more, there’s me dosh on the floor,

-as I stagger towards the boozer’s old door.

And I’m off down the street, though unsure on my feet,

-hoping her open arms wait there for me.

-As I stumble and fall from the stairs to the hall,

There’s only an echo to answer my call!

And I burst in the room, cast around in the gloom,

-where once was our home’s now the still of the tomb...

CH. I turn my face to the four winds,

And once again I stand alone.

-Crucified for my sins,

The cross I carry is my own…

(Darlin’!)

CH. I turn my face to the four winds,

And once again I stand alone.

-Crucified for my sins,

The cross I carry is my own…

Plus: the cross I carry is my own; the cross I carry is my own…

CH. I turn my face to the four winds,

And once again I stand alone.

-Crucified for my sins,

The cross I carry is my own…

(4.33)

Note: Marie McCormack actually plays the Tin Whistle

- this online yoke doesn't have it as a choice & you can't enter anything manually... :-/