歌词
Come gather 'round me children
A story I will tell
I've been around since Jesus met
The woman at the well
I've walked these roads ten thousand years
I'm a ragtime millionaire
I am the rake and the ramblin' saint
I am the man from God knows where
Ah, they hung me in Downpatrick
Up near St. Patrick's tomb
And my ghost rose up in the peat fire smoke
Toward the rising of the moon
Now as I drift through your villages
All the maidens stop and stare
There goes old Tom, the vagabond
He's the man from God knows where
So rise up, all you ancestors
And dance upon your grave
I've come to hear your voices now
So maybe I'll be saved
Cursed are we who forget the past
But pray and don't despair
My song might haunt your dreams tonight
I'm the man from God knows where
