Missing You
Christy Moore Lyrics


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In nineteen hundred and eighty six
There's not much for a chippie but swinging a pick
And you can't live on love, on love alone
So you sail cross the ocean, away cross the foam

To where you're a Paddy, a Biddy or a Mick
Good for nothing but stacking a brick
Your best mate's a spade and he carries a hod
Two work horses heavily shod

Oh I'm missing you
I'd give all for the price of a flight
Oh I'm missing you
Under Piccadilly's neon

Who did you murder, are you a spy?
I'm just fond of a drink helps me laugh, helps me cry
So I just drink red biddy for a permanent high
I laugh a lot less and I'll cry till I die

All ye young people now take my advice
Before crossing the ocean you'd better think twice
Cause you can't live without love, without love alone
The proof is round London in the nobody zone

Where the summer is fine, but the winter's a fridge
Wrapped up in old cardboard under Charing Cross Bridge




And I'll never go home now because of the shame
Of misfit's reflection in a shop window pane

Overall Meaning

The song "Missing You" by Christy Moore is a poignant tune that tells the story of an Irish immigrant struggling to survive in London during the 1980s. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of the harsh realities faced by many young Irish workers who left their country in search of employment opportunities, only to find themselves in poverty and isolation in a foreign land.


The song begins with the singer acknowledging the limited prospects for a "chippie" (a carpenter's assistant) in Ireland in 1986. With few options for work and no way to make ends meet, he decides to leave his homeland and sail across the ocean to England. The lyrics describe the challenges of adapting to life in London, where he is now known as a "Paddy," a "Biddy," or a "Mick" and where he is forced to work long hours doing hard physical labor, "stacking a brick." His only friends are his tools - his "best mate's a spade" - and the workhorses that pull the carts he loads with bricks.


Throughout the song, the singer expresses his deep sense of loneliness and longing for home. He dreams of being able to afford a flight back to Ireland to be reunited with his loved ones, but in the meantime, he copes by drinking to forget his troubles. The song reminds us that the pursuit of money and success can come at a steep emotional cost, and that the bonds of love and community are essential for a fulfilling life.


Line by Line Meaning

In nineteen hundred and eighty six
The year 1986 was a time when there were limited options for carpenters except to engage in hard manual labor.


There's not much for a chippie but swinging a pick
A carpenter had few job prospects other than to do heavy physical work such as manual labor.


And you can't live on love, on love alone
It is impossible to live solely on love, it takes more to survive.


So you sail cross the ocean, away cross the foam
As a result, many carpenters had to emigrate to different countries to find work.


To where you're a Paddy, a Biddy or a Mick
When you leave your country for work, you become just another person from that country, regardless of your background.


Good for nothing but stacking a brick
Many immigrants had limited work opportunities and were only qualified for manual labor tasks.


Your best mate's a spade and he carries a hod
On the job site, the spade becomes their best friend and the hod carrier is someone they rely on.


Two work horses heavily shod
Working as a manual laborer means that you are like a horse which pulls loads every day, hence he is heavily shod.


Oh I'm missing you
The artist misses the person he is addressing.


I'd give all for the price of a flight
The artist is ready to give anything and everything to take a flight and see the person he misses dearly.


Under Piccadilly's neon
The singer is possibly in London and feeling lost surrounded by the bright neon lights of Piccadilly Circus.


Who did you murder, are you a spy?
The artist is asked sarcastically whether he is a spy who has committed a crime, due to his excessive drinking.


I'm just fond of a drink helps me laugh, helps me cry
The singer admits he drinks to escape his misery, and laughter and tears are the aftermath of alcohol.


So I just drink red biddy for a permanent high
Red biddy a type of cheap intoxicating liquor which the singer has taken to drinking more regularly since his arrival in a foreign land.


I laugh a lot less and I'll cry till I die
The singer is heartbroken and feeling down since his emigration experience, and he is not sure when he will stop feeling that way.


All ye young people now take my advice
The artist is advising young people to think twice before leaving their country for work elsewhere.


Before crossing the ocean you'd better think twice
Emigration should not be taken lightly and people must consider their options before boarding the boat.


Cause you can't live without love, without love alone
It is important to have more than just professional success when one is far from their loved ones.


The proof is round London in the nobody zone
There are many people who live alone and work hard as laborers in the big cities around the world, and this may lead to a sense of hopelessness.


Where the summer is fine, but the winter's a fridge
Living in a foreign land might be enjoyable in the summer, but the winter may be too harsh and difficult to tolerate.


Wrapped up in old cardboard under Charing Cross Bridge
The image painted here is of homeless people sleeping rough under London's Charing Cross Bridge in makeshift cardboard beds.


And I'll never go home now because of the shame
The artist has no plans of returning home due to the humiliation of having been unsuccessful in his new life abroad.


Of misfit's reflection in a shop window pane
The singer is haunted by his own reflection, which symbolizes his sense of inadequacy and not fitting in to the new environment where he finds himself.




Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ALEXANDER PAUL KAPRANOS HUNTLEY, NICHOLAS JOHN MCCARTHY

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Comments from YouTube:

@dieselman7453

I play all these songs in bar sets!! This song hits home for me after been a heroin addict in New York for 15 years !! But Iโ€™m home In Ireland ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช now I got lucky a lot of my mates did not !! ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽธ

@johns204

Keep it up man.

@stuartleonard2884

Good on a ya pal stay safe.

@denisgordon3478

Good For You My Friend

@sconer81

Well done my friend ๐Ÿ‘

@pabloestafez6830

I hear you my friend, I also find comfort, strength, distraction etc in music that you feel deep in your belly....also been on the Bakerloo line from age 14 now in my 40s and still on and off the train....keep up the hard work mate....much respect to you ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿซก

@senanshortt5521

As an Irishman living in England this song proper tugs at me heartstrings๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ€

@JohnMcMeekin-st5yh

Get back to your homeland

@sheiladelahunt1989

Both are fabulous Musicians I love being Irish I'm proud of my people! Sending Love from a trad Irish singer in Australia ! Slainte!

@goaway2803

I truly love this song and as woman who travelled in my youth, I understand this feeling. You're a bloody Legend, Mate and thank you again <3

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