If you could fill a veil with shells from Killiney's shore   and sweet talk in a tongue that is no more   If wishful thought could bridge   The Gulf Of Araby   Between what is, what is, what is   And what can never be       If you could hold the frozen flow of New Hope Creek   And hide out from the one they said you might meet   If you could unlearn all the words   That you never wanted heard   If you could stall the southern wind   That's whistling in your ear   You could take what is, what is, what is   To what can never be       One man of sventy whispers free at last   Two neighbors who are proud of their massacres   Three tyrants torn away in a winter's month   Four prisoners framed by a dirty judge   Five burned with tyres   Six men still alive   And seven more days to shake at the great divide       We would plough and part the earth to bring you home   We would harvest every miracle ever known   If they laid out all the things   That these ten years want to bring   We would gladly give them up   To bring you back to us   O, there is nothing wewould not give   To kiss you and believe we can take what is, what is, what is   To what can never be       One man of seventy whispers not free yet   Two neighbors who make up knee-deep in their dead   Three tyrants torn away in the summer's heat   Four prisoners lost in the fallacy   Five, on my life   Six, I'm dead inside   And seven more days to shake at the great divide   The Gulf Of Araby