Cork City

               It was the place we went after the wedding you and me
               On our motorbike young in love and light in joy we went
               The honey moon the forever vows that were broken later
               To the city of rain everyday till 3pm when sun  came out
               We did not speak their language for we were from the north
                The land of bullets and bombs and you you were from glory
                The land of Michael Collins and Michael O'Dwyer soliders