I Turn My Face to the Four Winds

i turn my face to the four winds,
and once again i stand alone,
crucified for my sins,
the cross i carry is my own...
well i wish she was waiting for me back at home,
'cos with ice in my heart i had told her to go,
now i regret my sin as my anguish begins,
i hide in the bottle that i now live in,
& between bars i float, as i sing raglan road,
with a pint in my hand & a lump in my thro-o-oat...
i turn my face to the four winds,
and once again i stand alone,
crucified for my sins,
the cross i carry is my own...
as the boys shout for more, there's me dosh on the floor,
as i stagger towards the boozers' old door,
& i'm off down the street, though unsure on my feet,
hoping her open arms wait there for me,
as i stumble & fall from the stairs to the hall,
there's only an echo to answer my call,
& i burst in the room, cast around in the gloom,
where once was our home's now the still of the tomb...
i turn my face to the four winds,
and once again i stand alone,
crucified for my sins,
the cross i carry is my own...
i turn my face to the four winds,
and once again i stand alone,
crucified for my sins,
the cross i carry is my own...
the cross i carry is my o-o-o-o-own,
the cross i carry is my own
i turn my face to the four winds,
and once again i stand alone,
crucified for my sins,
the cross i carry is my own...