Teksty: Mountain Goats, The. There Will Always Be An Ireland.

cold northern wind

your young arm

against my face

soft and warm



there will always be an ireland.

there will always be an ireland.



silent hour

worthless words

view of some foreign city from the high window

strange black birds



there will always be an ireland.

there will always be an ireland.



what we did

the things we said

your hand resting

on my head



there will always be an ireland.

there will always be an ireland.

there will always be an ireland.

there will always be an ireland.