Jun 2020
I see storms in your eyes,
Longing for cloudy skies,
And the sight of your Emerald Isle.
But try as I might, I can not fight,
The urge to ask you to smile.
Longing for cloudy skies,
And the sight of your Emerald Isle.
But try as I might, I can not fight,
The urge to ask you to smile.
A chance encounter with a homesick Irish kid.
