The story of Owen Parfitt

 Owen, where you goin, where you goin Owen?

I'm going down to the Sheppey to wash my soul clean

I've been living the high life, but now I feel low and mean

I need to get goin before I am seen, 

Oh my sister, my sister

Now I'm feeling green

Owen where you going?

Owen, what have I done

I only tried to love you better

than anyone, 

I only wrote you a letter

Like a mother to a son

Owen where you going

Now the day is done

I'm going on out to the wind and rain

I'm going on out and won't be back again

Now my limbs they are weary and

My thoughts they are numb

Now I'm going, I'm going, 

going, now I'm gone

Owen yes your life is yours

You don't owe it to no one

But what would our father want from us?

To love each other and ourselves

Owen now you're going, 

going, going gone

It seems the hardest task of all

Dear sister to forgive myself

For what I've done

Now I must get going

Yes I'm going, going

and now I'm gone