I have just turned nineteen
Leaving my house on a Tuesday morning
Everyone is sleeping
It’s still cold in the early days of spring
Kiss me Ma, don’t be sad
Just say goodbye
For me to Maureen, to James and to Dad
Kiss me Ma, don’t be sad
I have to go
I will be far by this time tomorrow
Waving my last goodbye
Please don’t you cry
You’ll always be in my heart
Time of farewell has come, to all I love
Yes alas, farewell has come,
No moon above
I have nothing but dreams
Seventeen pounds and an old pair of jeans
I was born in Belfast
The American dream is my chance at last
Kiss me Ma, don’t be sad
I will be fine
Why is it so hard to leave you behind ?
Kiss me Ma, don’t be sad
I’ll be lonely
But thinking of you will help me get by
In such a big city.