Coat of black, coat of black

Weary waiting, weary waiting

I turn out the light

We kiss goodnight

Been weary waiting

Weary waiting to come closer

Closer to where we belong

Outside the city children brandish

Sharp their knives sharpen knives

And come closer

Closer to where we belong

And if you be weak

Then I'll be strong

When the night is long

Trust over years you'll wake to find

This man who's loved ya' your whole life

So come closer

Closer to where we belong

Just close your eyes

Let those foxes fight

The children of this city sharp their knives

Come closer

Closer to where we belong.

And if I be weak,

Won't you be strong

When the night is long?

*Manx Gaelic for 'coat of black'