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Colum Sands
All my winding journeys Year: 1996
Album: ALL MY WINDING JOURNEYS
Song: Directions
Words & Music Colum Sands, Elm Grove Music
Colum Sands: vocals, guitar
Anne Sands: Bodhrán; Backing Vocals
Tommy Sands: Backing Vocals

If you're not sure where you're going
But you know you've lost your way
I hope you'll stop and listen now
To what I'm going to say
For I lost my way to Ballymastray
On a day I'll not forget
And I had to ask directions
From everyone I met

Well my trouble really started
At the crossroads I suppose
When I asked a man coming out of a shop
With smoke coming out of his nose
He leaned in through my window
like a man with time to spare
And through the smoke I heard him say
- Now you're a stranger here

But do you see that road in front of you
That's forking to the right
Whatever you do don't take that road
Or you'll drive about all night
No, just you keep on going
Til you see a pub called Pat's
Go straight on round the corner
And ask anyone after that -

Well round the bend I drove myself
And I didn't see a soul
Til I met a man with a bicycle
He was wheeling a bag of coal
His face was slightly swolen
And his back wheel slightly flat
But I knew I'd have to ask him
I was lost and that was that

Could you tell me the way to Ballymastray?
Could you give us the price of a beer?
I handed him over a couple of quit
For I thought the deal was fair
Til his pickled words of wisdom
Were whispered in my ear
- If I was going to Ballymastray
I wouldn't start from here -

A woman tied to a little dog
Next heard my appeal
As she leaned on my window
Her dog leaned on my wheel
- Oh Ballymastray's a lovely place
It's even in a song
Do you know what I'm going to tell you though
You couldn't be further wrong...


You see you came across the river
And you really hat no call
In fact you shouldn't have crossed that bridge
at all, at all, at all -
Her dog had reached my fourth weel
As I put the car in gear
Say's I, I'm getting out of here
Before he find the spare

It wa just outside a joke shop
I met a man with a gun
Black polish painted on his face
And he wore a uniform
I asked for the road to Ballymastray
Says he - I'm mot from here -
He asked me where I was coming from
Says I- I've no idea!

Ah never ask a couple
Unless you want a fight
One will send you to the left
And the other to the right
I left a pair at loggerheads
And then my blood ran cold
For wheeling round the corner
came the man with the bag of coal

- Ah now your're realy lost my boy,
And you've just yourself to blame
for you drove away the minute
I was trying to explain
But I'll tell you now for nothing
if you take me and my load
I'll show you the way to Ballymastray
And it won't be off your road -

It was half an hour later
We reached his granny's lane
And there we left his bag of coal
And headed on again
He left me with directions
An hour after that
At a petrol pump with a pub attached
And the name of the pub was Pat's

Ah when I reached my destination
I was a broken man
But the lesson that I learned that day
I'll share it if I can
If you're going to Ballyshannon
Ballymastray of Ballylap
If you're going to bally anywhere
Would you buy a bally map!