Let's shake our heads loose of memories and stress

And sit by fireplaces in Ireland,

Where they burn peat moss and it smells like spring.

All we need is our hearts; how can that fail?

They will lead us to places we've dreamed of:

England, Italy, France, and romance.

And, lastly, we'll go to Ireland.

Where they burn peat moss and it smells like spring.

Because that's what we need.