And everything is going to the beat
And everything is going to the beat
And everything is going
(Is go Oíche Fhéil Eoin
Oíche Fhéil Eoin
Oíche Fhéil Eoin
Oíche Fhéil Eoin
Oích-oíche Fhéil
Oíche Fheíl
Oíche Fhéil Eoin
Ní thiochfaidh mé aniar
Oíche Fhéil Eoin
Ní thiochfaidh mé aniar
Oíche Fhéil Eoin)

(Óró mo churraichín ó)

And you said, "It was like fire around the brim"
Burning solid, burning thin the burning rim
Like stars burning holes right through the dark
Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes
You were one inch from the edge of this bed
I drag you back a sleepyhead, sleepyhead

They couldn't think of something to say the day you burst
With all their lions and all their might and all their thirst
They crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin
Against the walls against your rules against your skin
My beard grew down to the floor and out through the doors
And of your eyes, begonia skies like a sleepyhead, sleepyhead