| Coming from Dover, now sitting in Paris, |
| got to find a way to get home. |
| No cigarettes, just this bottle of gin |
| and those Pakistanis gave us some food. |
| That´s where we met on a railway-station |
| and a train will bring us home. |
| That´s where we met, my Celtic princess and me, |
| but I´ve got to go home Celtic princess. |
| Ref.: |
| Celtic princess, Celtic princess, |
| Celtic princess stay with me |
| Celtic princess, Celtic princess, |
| Celtic princess let it be (rep.) |
| I remember the sound of the rolling train, |
| as we rolled the rails in the pooring rain, |
| and in the dark of the night, |
| I´ve seen the light in your eyes, |
| that I´ll never forget my Celtic princess. |
| Ref. |
| Weary hair, an fucked up trenchcoat, |
| broken nails and dust in her throat, |
| we were feeling like the last of camelot, |
| living a dream no one would understand but |
| Ref. |
| It doesn’t matter how long love takes, me and you forever in our minds. |
| Well I don’t know your way and you don’t know mine, but in the end |
| we’ll meet again my celtic princess. |
| Ref. |