Well I dident see much futurenWhen I left the Christian Brothers SchoolnSo I waved it goodbye with a wistful smilenAn I left the girls of TuamnSometimes when I'm reminiscingnI see the pre-fabs and my old friendsnAn I know that they'll be changed or gonenby the time I get home againnAn I wish I was on that N17n(Stone walls and the grass is green)nTravellin with just my thoughts and dreamsnnWell the oul-fella left me to ShannonnWas the last time I travelled that roadnAnd as we turned left at ClaregalwaynI could feel a lump in my throatnAs I picture the thousands of timesnThat I travelled that well-worn tracknI know that things will be differentnIf I ever decide to go backnAn I wish.....nnNow as I tumble down highwaysnOr filthy, over-crowded trainsnThere's no-one to talk to in transitnSo I sit there and day-dream in vainnBehind all these muddled-up problemsnOf living on a foreign soilnI can still see the twists, the turns in the roadnFrom the Square to the town of the tribesnAn I wish I was on that N17.......n