"The Worst Day Since Yesterday" lyrics

"The Worst Day Since Yesterday"

Well I know, I miss more than hit
With a face that was launched to sink
And I seldom feel, the bright relief
It's been the worst day since yesterday

If there's one thing I have said
It's that the dreams I once had, now lay in bed
As the four winds blow, my wits through the door
It's been the worst day since yesterday

Fallin' down to you sweet ground
Where the flowers they bloom
Well it's there I'll be found

Hurry back to me, my wild cailín
It's been the worst day since yesterday

Though these wounds have seen no wars
Except for the scars I have ignored
And this endless crutch, well it's never enough
It's been the worst day since yesterday

Hell says hello, well it's time I should go
To pastures green, that I've yet to see

Hurry back to me, my wild cailín
It's been the worst day since yesterday

[* The Gaelic for "girl" is "cailín", for "girls" it's "cailíní".
The singular is pronounced "cal-een", the plural "cal-een-ee".
"Colleen" is a common Anglicisation in English.]


Thanks to William Gregory, Bill, paddy, Dave Hale, rich for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): David King, Nathen Maxwell, Dennis Casey, Bridget Regan, Matthew Hensley, George Schwindt, Robert Schmidt
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