Donoughmore

In the green violin

Oceans in between

I think of you again

And what all of this means

And what all of this means

And what all of this means

In the green violin

Oceans in between

Oh, the sky it fills with rain

And empties all the fields

My heart can do the same

In any straw ravine

Everything I feel

Everything I feel

And the skies fill with rain

And empty all the fields

Well surely comes the day

That I will rest my head

But everything I say

Be everything I've said

And on days that fill with doubt

Let wisdom hold me up

Heart, be with me now

As I make way for love

May I make room for love

May I make room for love

Heart, be with me now

As I make way for love