Testo Poortoun

I come from Poortoun where the river leven runs the mills are gone now the reservoirs glint in the sun and I left Poortoun to live in sorrow on the run My younger brother died from taking heroine my mother taking pills to help her with the grieving in empty churches and in the valley in the rain Now people see me having trouble with the drink like my friends from childhood I feel my courage slowly sink my mind is disappaering and there is nothing left to think And I see young boys staring into burnt out cars in chimes of anger our children stand outside the bars the men ignore them and leave them to their empty wars I come from Poortoun where the river leven runs the mills are gone now the reservoirs glint in the sun and I left Poortoun to live in sorrow on the run