Wherever you go, there you are There is no escape from your own heart Time is marching on and all my plans are a memory I am stranded here but in my mind I can see Shimnavale, Shimnavale, Where my poor shipwrecked heart longs to dwell I was young and foolish then How I long to return to Shimnavale I went looking for a better life, Make a fortune, find a pretty wife Some who left before me Have returned home broken men But I'll be rich before I ever set foot there again Well I know you have to start somewhere Now I'm lonelier than I can bear I felt sure success was waiting here for me to find, Now I'm ready to believe that God has changed his mind Shimnavale, Shimnavale, I was sure in my heart I would prevail Now I'm gone beyond the pale But I'd die a happy man in Shimnavale