All the snow is melting   the river's running high   robins on the green   their fledglings fly   the trees are sending out their buds   every limb has something new   But with all this beauty bursting   tell me how come you feel so blue?      All this rain, all this sun   it don't bring her back.      Tulips coming up   in bright yellow and red   the daffodil in faded white   sunshine, it's head.   The way she looked at you back then -   what you'll never regret.   Still, all the little live things   don't make you forget this blue.      She's gone this time   Flown for good   She meant what she said,   even as you misunderstood.      Never mind the blacktop yard   your garden now unformed   your rooftop perch a better view   than any flowers you could plant down below.   We'll wait all the livelong hours with you   'til we can drown our sorrows   in Tir na Nog   Tir na Nog   Tir na Nog   Tir na Nog