Awake again all night
Tacos in the morning

The world is clearly dying
But a new one is a-borning

My beard has grown quite white
Her hair still black and beauty

I have no memory
Of watching Howdee Doodee

But I remember her
Homecoming, Sweet 16

Trust me, you shoulda heard
You shoulda heard what I seen

I tried to speak my truth
In the Emerald Isle green

I may well have succeeded
Time will tell what might have been