Coming down from heaven to the hills of Antrim - it's raining
Inside a loungs bar with the fira all aglow
the talk has all been talked and the evening takes the floor
the comfort the warming hold sway before the leaving
When all's been said and all's been done

Picture this if you will not a sound all is still
You can't imagine silence 'til all is standing still
Now the rain how it pours on the roof and the windows
and the glow of the drinkin'
surrounds these four walls

Early in the evening it's all talk and it's debate
each one trying so hard to be heard above the other
Now the talk has all been talked and the evening takes the floor..........
well I'm not to blame, no I'm not to blame