i will be playing enya in my head
i’m sorry i know it sounds corny
but she’s there as well as you mo
radh there’s no point denying it
i love clannad can’t put a finger
on it wreathed in shadows fogs
bats & crooked crosses stranger
mists than these in fact sinead’s
there too (along with st patrick
oh & cuchulain in a sacred text
i am a pilgrim from darker ages
the waterboys were a top band
it’s a pity wb yeats will not be
available in airport paperback
collected editions for i’m sure
he’ll be there with me while his
irish airman foresees our fates
though country miles do come
between us pan pipes will still
play or wail my synthesiser has
a banshee button i will press it
plead for oscar wilde’s release
on a minor technicality (craic
was found in my possession &
tho they’re sure to isolate me
don’t let any orinoco tears flow
at customs i’ll declare nothing
for i’m far from my homeland
& you as enya sails away don’t
look back I’m a lonesome boat
man no longer beset by furies
foster & allen will you promise
me you’ll listen to watermark
every day until we meet again†