Donoughmore

In the green of Ireland, 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 of Ireland, oceans in between
O the sky, it fills with rain and empties o’er the fields
My heart can do the same and in each drop reveal
Everything I feel, everything I feel
The sky is filled with rain and empty o’er the fields
Well surely comes the day that I will rest my head
Let 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