There was a Leprechaun Bill,
Who drank beer to his fill...
Birds of a feather flock together,
In the cold and windy weather...
Reminds me of something bitter sweet,
Something wet across my feet...
As we look to the sky and see God drawing nigh,
As Gabriel blows his horn a thousand years we will...
Sitting by the sea,
That’s where I’d like to...
Love is the absence of things not seen. |