Hidden Corner - Orthodox Celts

Sometimes I feel

That I’m not belonging here

In this world of pain and sorrow

But I know that I have to carry on From time to time

I know it isn’t crime

To feel the way I feel

But the life is hard and real

A hidden corner on an empty street

A pound of bread an' a peace of meat

A bottle of whiskey an' I pint of beer

That is all I need