verse
When I left my home and my family
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway stations
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
bridge
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminder
Of every glove that laid him down
And cut him 'til he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains
chorus
Lie-la-lie, lie-la-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-la, lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie, lie-la-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-la, lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie, lie-la-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-la, lie-la-lie
Writer(s): Edmund John Simons, Timothy Allan Burgess, Thomas Owen Mostyn Rowlands