O n the fifth day of may she was br eaking away
W hen the moon cam e and sat on your shoulder
S he was still you ng not yet highly strung
A s you need to be when you get olde r
G eorge was a stre et when you first faced the fe at
Y ou put money on the color of the s ky
W ell the color of her voice left yo u there no cho ice
B ut to drink the Liffey dry
T he seeds th at you sow
Y ou wanna watch them growing
W ild you grow wild
Y ou grow wild in my heart
W ild you grow wild
Y ou grow wild in my heart