Pray let me tell thee a tale,
Of how thine broke my heart.
Thine eyes, those of a Gael.
I stare in to them as I fall apart
Thine eyes stare not back at me,
Mayhaps not this cursed morrow.
Nay, no matter my plea.
I shall conceal my sorrow.
I love thee to no end.
Enow, I do not deserve this pain.
But For thou who I cannot even befriend,
I live in a land of rain.
Yet no matter the case, for thou there is still love in my heart,
Yet thou ne’r fail to tear apart.
