I'll take you home again Kathleen.

At first I would have nothing

to do with him.

He waited outside my

small flat everyday

Soaked to the skin

in the November rains.

I asked him to go away

But he flashed his

beautiful Irish smile.

And said no

not until you go out with me.

I will wait here forever.

I thought a few more days

He will leave.

But that night I heard

a commotion outside.

He had a group

of Irish musicians

And was

serenading me with

I'll take you home again Kathleen

And

When Irish eyes are smiling.

I don't know when

I fell in love with him.

It might of been then.

All I know it was long ago

And they were

the happiest days of my life.

He sang to me everyday

And called me

his American Colleen.

He always

made me feel so beautiful.

I have lost my smiling

 Irish singer now.

When the sickness came

He just smiled

and say it was a bit of a cold

But I knew ...I knew….

Now on cold November nights.

When the Seattle rain is endless.

I look at the

bloom of the old lamppost

Outside my flat window.

Where he waited

and sang for me?

And in my head

I can his his sweet Irish brogue

Singing so sweetly his soft voice

I’ll take you home again Kathleen

To where you heart will feel no pain.