Asking where you might have gone From what I knew before Some things are worth fighting for So I wander on You said I could never find A way to ease your mind That where I'd go you'd wind up in the dust I tried so hard to have you reach Another side of me

Where have you gone, from me? The one that I loved endlessly. Does it have to be so cold in Ireland? Does it have to be so cold in Ireland, for me? Are they ready for me? Here is a story Of hope and of glory. He's eighteen years old And well I fell in

Don't let it go Don't you see how far it's gone away? Don't let it go away You don't have to let it go away You better save yourself From something you can't see Follow it where it goes Follow it back to me I'll keep it here