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