So we've got a year
in which to tell this tale
Of a love that could not be
And harsh reality is more
on my trail
With every passing week

And oh my love
have you heard of little Italy?
It's in the city where I thrive
We could find humble refuge there
And keep this love alive

But somewhere in between
lies Ireland
Sown with my roots
and your dreams
And we'd let the great green swallow us so willingly

(Edie Carey)