Coffee steams through milky rain
Cobblestones in a mystic haze
Riverbanks four stories high
Above the black pool seagulls glide
As I look around
Take in the sounds
Of the Irish Sea and Dublin Bay
Smokey clouds down Mary's Lane
Graffiti fire spilled Champagne
Umbrella girl ginger hair
Adds her kiss to the whiskey air
She looks around
What is that sound
Can she hear that fiddle play
Northern lights
The Emerald breeze
It's a place for Make-Believe
Hidden charm and Hawthorne trees
Tattoo bogs rolling green
Standing stones
A blood red door
The helpless farmer eyes the shore
He looks around
Lost in the sound
Of the Cliffs of Moher to Galway
North to South a starving wind
Crosses worn in times of sin
Rock on a grave
The pub bell rings
Writers toast to a poet King
Pass it around
Drink in the sounds
Of Temple Bar to Saint James Gate
Northern lights
The Emerald breeze
It's a place for Make-Believe!
