Matthew.

Matthew.

“Dhá fháid é an lá, tiocfaidh an tráthnóna”. “However long the day, evening will come”.

Lyrics and Vocals: Irish ballad singer, entertainer and songwriter Johnny McEvoy.

Matthew.

What are you thinking of Matthew my friend,
As you sit in your room all alone.
You can see the bright lights in the city below,
In the place where you once called your home,
And I’m sure you can still hear the laughter and noise,
Of your kids as they run and they play,
And you thought you were doing the best that you could,
But it just didn’t work out that way.

Chorus.
Just didn’t work out, just didn’t work out,
Just didn’t work out that way.
You thought you were doing the best that you could,
But it just didn’t work out that way.

And your mother’s long gone and your father is too,
And there’s times that you wish you were dead,
And this morning the nurse took your whiskey away,
When she said you’re not right in the head,
And when your wife calls you can’t think of her name,
And her visits get shorter each day,
And you wish in your heart you could walk out that door,
But it just doesn’t work out that way.

Repeat Chorus.

I can see you’ve been thinking again of the past,
And the place where the tall cedar grows.
You remember the evening you planted that tree,
But I’m sure that nobody else does,
And it grew to the sky, as the years drifted by,
And I’m sure it’s still standing today,
But Matthew it’s somebody else’s tree now,
Cause it just didn’t work out that way.

Repeat Chorus.

So close your eyes Matthew, say good night to the world,
There’s a better one waiting for you.
The time here is over, it’s time to move on,
There’s nothing here left you can do,
But you could have moved mountains and danced on the moon,
You could have turned night into day,
And you thought you were doing the best that you could,
But it just didn’t work out that way.

Repeat Chorus Twice.

END.