Left Cork with a bottle and a busted smile The rain on my coat, I walked half a mile To the ferry that moans like a drunk in the dark With a heart full of songs and a soul full of spark And the gulls cried out like ghosts from the pub As the sea took the sins I could never scrub On the boat to Stockholm, with a pint and a prayer Sailing past sorrows too heavy to bear Singin’ “oh, lads, we’re lost but we’ll never be low” When the wind's in our lungs and the whiskey still flows Met a Finn with a fiddle and a scar on his hand Said he once killed a man in a faraway land He played reels 'til our tears turned to smoke And we danced with the ghosts of the friends we broke And the North Star winked like a liar on trial But we drank to the dead and we laughed all the while On the boat to Stockholm, with a pint and a prayer Sailing past sorrows too heavy to bear Singin’ “oh, lads, we’re damned but we’re still gonna go” When the night calls us home and the fiddles all glow There’s blood in the bilge and a song in the sky And the sins that we carry still ask us why But the sea doesn’t judge, she just rocks you to sleep With a kiss made of salt and a cradle so deep On the boat to Stockholm, with a pint and a prayer No country behind us, no worry nor care Singin’ “ho lads, to hell or to heaven we row” With a bottle, a beat, and the stars all aglow Hey! To the Swedes and the saints and the sins we still claim! Raise a glass to the past and forget all our names!
