Lyrics Gasún - Christy Moore

Gasún, Gasún why do you walk alone
Must be the strangest feeling
Gasún Gasún you don't have no one
All has lost its meaning
As the apple falls from the orchard tree
We grow slow as time
Walk through all those golden fields
Through the barley wheat and the rye
And now you say to me
There must be a way
For all that time will bring
Is another day
Remember when we used to talk
Down by the old oak tree
Winter nights are colder now
It's been so many years
And now you say to me
There must be a way
To find a home for you
A place for you to stay
O Gasún where are you
Lost like a bottle
Washed out across the sea
Soon to be forgotten
Ní neart go cur le chéile
Conaic mé solas san spéir
Ní neart go cur le chéile
Conaic mé solas san spéir