The Mountain Goats
There Will Always Be an Ireland

[Verse 1]
Cold northern wind
Your young arm
Against my face
Soft and warm

[Refrain]
There will always be an Ireland
There will always be an Ireland

[Verse 2]
Silent hour
Worthless words
View of some foreign city from the high window
Strange black birds

[Refrain]
There will always be an Ireland
There will always be an Ireland

[Verse 3]
What we did
The things we said
Your hand resting
On my head
[Refrain]
There will always be an Ireland
There will always be an Ireland
There will always be an Ireland
There will always be an Ireland