Twelve O'Clock in All the World



Out in a right-side-steering car
Stop in a Cahersiveen bar
Late in the evening
A baguette for a snack

It is another country there
Everyone singing Roseville Fair
Drinking and smiling
The libations are black

Both fiddles make the grey-brown windows glow
Through the hills and to the coast and down below
The pennywhistle and the mandolin
I'll be back again

Out where the highway's inches wide
Drive through the brambles on the side
The mini-beach is rocky
And cold