Well, this morning I woke up, under pouring rain,
Feelin' so alone, in this old Irish town's lane,
My woman left me, for a lad with eyes so blue,
Now I'm sittin' here drinkin', not knowing what to do.
Oh, these deep waters, they weigh heavy on my soul,
With each passing day, I'm losing all control,
From the green hills to the sea, I wander all alone,
These deep waters, they're like a heart turned to stone.
I worked at the factory all day, under the Irish rain,
But it's the darkness of the night, that leaves me in disdain,
With a bottle in my hand, and the wind in my hair,
I seek redemption, but it seems nowhere near.
Oh, these deep waters, they haunt me through the night,
Like banshees wailin', in the pale moonlight,
From the pubs to the alleys, I'm lost in the gloom,
These deep waters, they're like a ghost in my room.
Well, I'll keep on walkin', down this lonesome road,
With each step I take, my burdens start to unload,
For in the music of the fiddle, and the whistle's sweet cry,
I find myself alive, beneath the Irish sky.
Oh, these deep waters, they'll never set me free,
But in my heart, deep down, there's a glimmer of glee,
From the cliffs to the valleys, I'll carry this tune,
These deep waters, they're like a fire in the moon.
So let the whiskey flow, and let the music play on,
For in these deep waters, my spirit will be strong,
Through trials and tribulations, I'll find my way,
With every chord I play, I'll survive another dayyyyyyy."