Foals lay upon green meadow
mare mother stood the ground
way off the coast windmills turn
apparently no noise or sound.
The train approaches colleen hills
land from where I came
and out there in the distance
gold glanced off the lovely plain.
There was a sense of river so deep
we all did swim to arrive
sad to say as coaches pull in
we may drink our tears to survive.
Great was every distance
from your place over to mine
if all goes well, we create no hell
pull up a chair, we’ll dine.
When all goes well, we’ll close down hell
and embrace for whiskey or wine
or jump up true, for a dance or two
determined in love, so fine.