Rose, she ain? t like the others She spins some dervish, mother Her bright brown hair, her acorn eyes She gets me there when she hypnotizes But Brixton leaves me alone Another drunken evening Red wine, well, you? re so deceiving Her photograph is my only friend This one wild year will just won? t seem to end And Brixton leaves me alone The sun will rise once more Well, it better The sun will rise once more If we let her But Brixton leaves me alone Just one more night in London And home, well, is a distant drumlin' With it? s? No retreat? and? Our time has come? Well, just curse those fifes and damn those drums Yeah, Belfast leave me alone But the sun will rise once more Well, it better The sun will rise once more If we let her The sun will rise once more Well, it better The sun will rise once more If we let her But Brixton leaves me alone