Here is a story of hope and of glory

He's eighteen years old and well I fell in love

But after that where have you gone, from me?

The one that I loved endlessly

We used to have a life but now it's all gone

Mystify...

Does it have to be so cold in Ireland?

Does it have to be so cold in Ireland for me?

Are they ready for me?

Where have you gone, from me?

The one that I loved endlessly

We were to have a child

Yesterday's gone Well I knew the time would come

When I'd have to leave

Go on Look what they've done to me

They've taken my hand

And it's killing me Killing me, killing me, killing me!

Does it have to be so cold in Ireland?

Does it have to be so cold in Ireland, for me?

Are they ready for me?

But I'm afraid I'm returning to Ireland

I'm afraid I'm returning to Ireland

I see, that there is nothing for me

There is nothing for me