She spent her time learning the stations of the cross,
Learning how to be saved how to be lost.
While she was trapped her heart was flying,
Oh boy you don't know what you've been missing.

You could tell from her face she could talk for Ireland,
And for a shy girl that is saying something.
Her words were like the leaves in the spring,
Whispering till winter silences them.

I told her I could not try harder to be loved,
I needed love so much I missed that she felt none.
There was a secret she could not tell anyone,
And when she'd leave the room she'd leave the light on.

Where there was a hill to climb she found a mountain,
And though she lived in fear she tried hard to surmount them.
When I hold her close I feel her tremble,
And I know she knows she'll live forever.

In her dreams there is a darkness waiting,
Controls her days by turning nights to searching,
Where is the thought that birthed the knowledge?
We do not control the things that make us.

She disappears in burning lights and silver shades,
From the birth of night to dawning of the day.
Held in peril deep and darkest night spring,
There comes relief with understanding.

In the dark there is a daylight waiting,
It waits for love the night is listening.
And when night meets day the birds start singing,
Oh boy you don't know what you've been missing.
You don't know what you've been missing.
You don't know what you've been missing.
You don't know what you've been missing.