From the Drifter to the Drake - Roddy Woomble

Oh, woh oh oh

Oh, woh oh oh

Oh, woh oh oh

Oh, woh oh oh

And when I wake up and it’s not that cold

In the morning and I’m not that old

And if you told me true temperance doesn’t pay

So I wake up in Kilchoman bay

Let the anchor mark the spot where I lay

Yeah the anchor marks the spot where we lay

If you take it from the drifter to the drake

Into a landscape that doesn’t say anything

Oh, woh oh oh

Oh, woh oh oh

Oh, woh oh oh

Oh, woh oh oh

I lay at the battles where stories are told

So each day I wake up and I’m not that old

Back to the cold, cold world where I lay

When I wake up, in Kilchoman bay

Let the anchor mark the spot where I lay

Yeah the anchor marks the spot where we lay

If you take it from the drifter to the drake

Into a landscape that doesn’t need to say anything

Oh, woh oh oh

Oh, woh oh oh

Oh, woh oh oh

Oh, woh oh oh

Woh oh oh

Woh oh oh

Woh oh oh

Woh oh oh