We'll never have a child

or perform an Irish reel onstage

nor have me dad walk down the aisle

or kiss above that leafy glade

(they cut it down).

But damn it, friend,

if we can't talk

of everything under the sun

and the sun,

I want us surely to break up

so one day we can meet again

and start our love

brand clean and new

(it's me heart you hold there

in your hands)

but would you choose

to dance again,

begin again, Finnegan?