Driving through the frocess in the snow   two lines of trees consent to let us go   it tells a story of long ago   another love that won't let go ....it told me      Something about Ireland   something I should know   something about Ireland   something makes me want to go      Standing in the suberbs at midnight   out of the warm of dim TV light   a cold shiver gripped on hearing the distant sound   these dangerous places can turn your head around   thet tell me ....      Families meet families mutter   backdrop radio news stutters   dead body in a dead-end street   men media on while widows meet      In sunlit morn crossing the red sea   two lights laugh from a hillside and beckon me   "mythical light of the ever present hope"   bidding farewell,letting me know, telling me