Hey have you heard about this girl?
Northern Irish at heart
Distance tore us apart
Who now journeys on, make up done hair in curls
Fantastically perfect in every way
Without a hair out of place
And smile on her face
With a hop, skip and a jump up the hilltop to play
A red sheet between us of secrets and tears
She knows all about me my hopes and my fears
So similar
So strange
Yet a friendship appears
A blue mat at church inside she will roll
A pidgeon at her side to have and to hold.
She is my saucepan and I am her bowl
And I’ll never let go through the warm or the cold
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