I left the shore of Inishfree
For the lights of the city streets
Looking for fame and fortune
And standing on my own two feet,
The friends I found were always around
For the money I was handing out
Now the money 's gone and they're not here
So this is what city life's about.

Take me back to Inishfree
Where the people are real and the living is free.
The cliffs and the mountains sweeping down to the sea
Are better than any city I've ever seen.

I'm playing my fiddle in a doorway
People passing by
Frost on the ground and my fingers are cold
And I'm just wondering why.
Standing here just thinking about
The people I left at home
I'm packing my bags in the morning
And no more will I roam.