Phoenix Park

In the park I sat down withy my love, and not a thing was wrong. The sun shone down from above, and not a thing was wrong. And I go to where our voices paired, and leapt from off the stone. And that's the voice that I still here whenever I sing alone, alone. Whenever I sing alone. Not many a thought did I abide, nor was I help when things went wrong. At the cemetery by your graveside, now everything is wrong. Well I know exactly where I'm going, And God knows who I adore. Tho' my prayers did ask to take my pain, I wish I could've taken yours much more. Phoenix Park in summertime, gathering by day and night. By the hearth in wintertime, gathering just to say goodbye.