All alone and lost in a New York subway station So far from the home we know so well Wonder what we’re doing here, lonely faces hidden fear All our dreams come true with the banging of the bell Many years go by with a letter from your Brother In our lonely house the old man passed away We lamented at the wake, and this promise that I make I will see you all again on Christmas day Many corners of the world we build new castles Many fortunes lost we winder in dismay Just before I hit the wall, I hear the promise made to all I will see you all again on St Patrick’s Day We’ll toast a glass to our Father We’ll send a prayer with tears to our Ma We’ll stand arm in arm with our Brother’s With our sisters we will reach the Promised Land A Sunday morning letter from your sister Mary Mothers doing fine though fading away What keeps her heart alive, is your promise by her side I will see you all again on St Patrick’s Day We’ll toast a glass to our Father We’ll send a prayer with tears to our Ma We’ll stand arm in arm with our Brother’s With our sisters we will reach the Promised Land