In Ireland I ate licorice
Rode the bus through town
The sky was misty grey
Then I was off like a prom gown

Seattle too is misty grey
Me alone at Kells
My boys and I move forward
We are the Witherells!

I wonder how she sees me now?
Ain't no tongue can tell
I'll never see her again
But I still wish her well

                         Wendy!