There Will Always Be an Ireland
John Darnielle
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