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?
And if I be weak,
Chomreedhoo, chomreedhoo*
When the night is long
*Manx Gaelic for 'coat of black'