OLD O’BRIAN USED TO LIVE
DOWN BELOW THE UPPER CLIFF
WATCHED THE SHORE ALL DAY AND NIGHT
NOONE HOLDS HIM TIGHT
WAITING FOR THE PAST TO COME
HE SANG AN OLD FORGOTTEN SONG
DREAMING OF THE OLDER DAYS
TEARS ROLL DOWN HIS FACE
OLD MAN CRIES AT NIGHT
OLD O’BRIAN USED TO SMILE
TO THE SHIPS THAT PASSED HIM BY
SMOKED HIS PIPE AND DRANK SOME RUM
ONE DAY HE WAS GONE
MAYBE HE JUST SAILED AWAY
LOOKING FOR A BETTER DAY
WHERE THE SUN FALLS INTO SEA
THATS WHERE HE MUST BE