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