My Love Tones

Name now You don't even know my name now You don't even know my name now You don't even know my name All of my things packed in a bag I never really thought I'd see the day when All of my thoughts that I ever had But now I can't find the words to say All of the talks, the good and the bad Now I'm running far, far, far away 'Cause you never thought that I had a chance And we know that you weren't too shy to say it And you know I'd hate to tell your mother Guess you're not her angel after all And I'd hate to tell your best friends But I got a feeling that they already know Name now You don't even know my name now You don't even know my name now You don't even know my name (you don't even know my name) Know my name now You don't even know my name now You don't even know my name now You don't even know my name And you had it all in the palm of your hand But you never really tried it all the same Remember it all, lost all that we had Now I know that I'm better off just taking All of my things packed in a bag 'Cause now I'm running far, far, far away 'Cause you never thought that I had a chance And we know that you weren't too shy to say it And you know I'd hate to tell your mother Guess you're not her angel after all And I'd hate to tell your best friends But I got a feeling that they already know Name now You don't even know my name now You don't even know my name now You don't even know my name (you don't even know my name) Know my name now You don't even know my name now You don't even know my name now You don't even know my name And you know I'd hate to tell your mother Guess you're not her angel after all And I'd hate to tell your best friends But I got a feeling that they already know You don't know my name You don't even know my name now (you don't even know my name) You don't even know my name now (you don't even know my name) My name now You don't even know my name now (my name) You don't even know my name now (my name) You don't even know my name You don't even know my name

In the East End of London, I met an old man. He kept a bar called the Horses and Tram. "My parents were Irish. They loved that dear land," The Cockney, he smiled, then he shook my old hand. "My heart is in Ireland, it's there I long to be. Her hills and her valleys are calling to me. Though born here in this land, my heart is in Ireland. The land of the old folks is calling to me." Near a coal mine in Wales, by a roadside cafe, A young girl came smiling, and to me did say, "Well, my folks are from Ireland. My Da', he hopes one day When he leaves the mines, sure we'll go back to stay." "My heart is in Ireland, it's there I long to be. Her hills and her valleys are calling to me. Though born here in this land, my heart is in Ireland. The land of the old folks is calling to me." Then I went through the Midlands, through each city and town. I found there were Irish in each place I roamed. And I drank and I sang at a pub they call the Crown. With the Birmingham irish, we sang songs of home. "My heart is in Ireland, it's there I long to be. Her hills and her valleys are calling to me. Though born here in this land, my heart is in Ireland. The land of the old folks is calling to me." Then I went north to Scotland, to Glasgow on the Clyde. I met with some young lads. They said, "Celtic's our side. All our folks are from Ireland, the island of the green. A country we love, but a place we've not seen." "My heart is in Ireland, it's there I long to be. Her hills and her valleys are calling to me. Though born here in this land, my heart is in Ireland. The land of the old folks is calling to me."