My Irish Melancholy

There may not be a reason for the words in my soul. I have lived many years, cried many tears.

Life goes on, like the words of a song. I share a dream too, it is you. It is you.

As time goes by and dreams do call, the night is not silent of my all.

Terror fills me and judgment is my friend. It helps the time go by. It helps time go by.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh the melody rings so sad.

Oh the sound of the breeze, I know it passed your way too. Where did I lose you?

My mind deceives me. I thought my dreams were true, I turned around and it wasn't you.

Anger speaks and last I know. I must be silent for my loved had to go. The mountains called him away. Age has called me on.

God, my king, I ask you this. Why am I in this place? Joy once filled me at the touch of his hand, his lips and face.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh the melody rings so sad.

The brief moment that it was, it was love. It was, it was.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh the melody rings so sad.

(c) 2007 by Amy Powers