When I was young, and I was in my day
Sure I’d steal what woman’s heart there
was away
And I’d sing into the dawning
Song ablze into the morning
Long before I was the man you see today
I was born beneath a star that promised all
I could have lived my life without
Cassandra’s call
But the wheel of fortune took me
From the highest point she shook me
By the bottle live, by the bottle I shall fall
There in the mirror on the wall
I see the dream is fading
From the contender to the brawl
The ring, the rose, the matador raving
And when I die, I’ll die a drunk down on the
street
He will count me out to ten in clear defeat
Wrap the starry plough around me
Let the piper’s air resound me
And there I’ll rest until the Lord of Love I’ll meet
There in the mirror on the wall
I see the dream is fading
From the contender to the brawl
The ring, the rose, the matador raving
There in the mirror on the wall
I see the dream is fading
From the contender to the brawl
The ring, the rose, the matador raving
- Written by Jimmy MacCarthy
Jimmy MacCarthy 