I turn my face to the four winds,
And once again i stand alone,
Crucified for my sins,
The cross i carry is my own...
Well i wish she was waiting for me back at home,
'Cos with ice in my heart i had told her to go,
Now i regret my sin as my anguish begins,
I hide in the bottle that i now live in,
& Between bars i float, as i sing raglan road,
With a pint in my hand & a lump in my thro-o-oat...
I turn my face to the four winds,
And once again i stand alone,
Crucified for my sins,
The cross i carry is my own...
As the boys shout for more, there's me dosh on the floor,
As i stagger towards the boozers' old door,
& I'm off down the street, though unsure on my feet,
Hoping her open arms wait there for me,
As i stumble & fall from the stairs to the hall,
There's only an echo to answer my call,
& I burst in the room, cast around in the gloom,
Where once was our home's now the still of the tomb...
I turn my face to the four winds,
And once again i stand alone,
Crucified for my sins,
The cross i carry is my own...
I turn my face to the four winds,
And once again i stand alone,
Crucified for my sins,
The cross i carry is my own...
The cross i carry is my o-o-o-o-own,
The cross i carry is my own
I turn my face to the four winds,
And once again i stand alone,
Crucified for my sins,
The cross i carry is my own...