Be there, as the time plays on, stay on that peaceful joyous note
As if all day the sun’s rays shone, as if the goth and his grand-father held hands till the day had gone
Why would I doubt you, a mind with such fine shoes, as if all the rich and famous haven’t already stayed here in the Gresham Hotel
Where you remembered that afternoon, almost thirty years ago to the day, sat at a dining table with Professor PJ O’Reilly
Watching the men of the cloth, in their crocodile skin shoes, taking all on tap, with a slight nod, to their Holy Father
