In the park 
I sat down withy my love, and not a thing was wrong. 
The sun shone down from above, and not a thing was wrong. 
And I go to where our voices paired, and leapt from off the stone. 
And that's the voice that 
I still here whenever 
I sing alone, alone. 
Whenever I sing alone. 
Not many a thought did 
I abide, nor was 
I help when things went wrong. 
At the cemetery by your graveside, now everything is wrong. 
Well I know exactly where 
I'm going, 
And God knows who 
I adore. Tho' my prayers did ask to take my pain, 
I wish I could've taken yours much more. 
Phoenix Park in summertime, gathering by day and night. 
By the hearth in wintertime, gathering just to say goodbye.