Alba s touto skladbou:
Prodigal Sons,
was walking down at Dublin Street one morning
Before the sun had roust the breeze to shake the flags
I looked at all those people asleep in drafty doorways
Keeping warm beneath old castoff rags
Well now is the time to look around
And face the problems in our town
Now's the time to understand the need we've always known
Now's the time to face it we fight for far off places
Yet we failed to wage a war on wanted home
I was strolling down one Dublin lane some evening
Just as the dust was casting shadows on the sea
And there I'd met an old man he cried as I was leaving
Spare ten pence son for a cup off tea
I was travelling down through Dublin late one friday
I watched the moonshine ghostly pale to Cromling Hall's
And children drinking cider along the public highway
Where scrawling grimy words on grimy walls
Well now is the time to look around
And face the problems in our town
Now's the time to understand the need we've always known
Now's the time to face it we fight for far off places
Yet we failed to wage a war on wanted home
I was kneeling in a Dublin church one sunday
And we heard the third worlds problems in their scores
How can we help this people we never can till one day
We put right this second world of ours
Well now is the time to look around
And face the problems in our town
Now's the time to understand the need we've always known
Now's the time to face it we fight for far off places
Yet we failed to wage a war on wanted home
