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.