I am going, I am going Where streams of whiskey are flowing Any which way the wind may be blowing Last night as I slept I dreamt I met with Behan I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day When questioned on his views On the crux of life's

I am going, I am going Where streams of whiskey are flowing Any which way the wind may be blowing Last night as I slept I dreamt I met with Behan I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day When questioned on his views On the crux of life's

And I'm leaving the light on the stairs No I'm not scared; I wait for you Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home. Jesse come home, there's a hole in the bed Where we slept; now it's growing cold. Jesse your face, in the place where we lay By the hearth, all