Here is a story of hope and of glory.
18 years old and well I fell in love.
Where have you gone from me?
The one that I love and see.
We used to have a life,
But now its all gone.
Mystified.
Does it have to be so cold in Ireland?
Does it have to be so cold in Ireland, for me?
Are they waiting for me?
Are they waiting for me?
Are they waiting for me?
Where have you gone from me?
The one that I love and see.
We were to have a child.
Yesterday＇s gone.
Well I knew the time would come,
When I＇d have to leave and run.
Look what they＇ve done to me.
Take in my hand, it＇s 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 waiting for me, are they waiting for me,
Are they waiting for me?
And I＇m afraid of returning to Ireland.
I＇m afraid fo returning to Ireland.
I see that there is nothing for me.
There is nothing for me, there is nothing for me.
