Song for Kathleen O'hara

In a green dress she danced Like a net in the water Swaying off the coast Of South Carolina Like a pickled princess dancing, Like the lost queen of Ireland Like a story told again, Like a new best friend With silly drunken chatter It was all I could do to look at her And when the wedding was over I had to get out of there And the night air was cold Like whiskey in your throat And I thought I saw her everywhere As I bicycled home No mingling of limbs, Cause she moved to England No mingling of limbs, Cause she moved to England