In the bleak Mid-Ulster long ago,
Well, a year or so,
I hedged my bets and opened up
Enough to let go.
And it was fine and free
In the times that did follow
But time can change how you feel,
Sometimes the sweetest things
Are the hardest to swallow
The bleak Mid-Ulster passes by,
There's nothing left here for me now
I wonder what was ever.
But now and then I see
A sign or a tree
That takes me back to when we
Were saying things we wanted to believe.
Sometimes the sweetest sounds
Ring so hollow.
Don't get me wrong -
It's not that I yearn for your touch,
Or any such thing,
At least,
Not much...
But in the bleak Mid-Ulster,
It feels so long ago,
You said you loved me,
Did you mean it it?
I don't know.
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