Driving through the frocess in the snow
Two lines of trees consent to let us go
It tells a story of long ago
Another love that won't let go.... It told me
Something about Ireland
Something I should know
Something about Ireland
Something makes me want to go
Standing in the suberbs at midnight
Out of the warm of dim tv light
A cold shiver gripped on hearing the distant sound
These dangerous places can turn your head around
Thet tell me....
Families meet families mutter
Backdrop radio news stutters
Dead body in a dead-end street
Men media on while widows meet
In sunlit morn crossing the red sea
Two lights laugh from a hillside and beckon me
"mythical light of the ever present hope"
Bidding farewell, letting me know, telling me
