Love Story in The Irish Troubles---

I was a soldier in the troubles
When old Ireland was on fire.
That’s when I saw her and I knew
I could not fight her or my desire.

Irish as the raindrops
that almost always fell
in Irelands blessed green country
in the meadow and the dell .

No wonder
I could not fight a love like you.

Then the blessings all ran out
Luck was all we ever shared.
You had to fight for Ireland
And you know I never cared.

I always knew you loved me true
But I knew I should not be there
I knew it wasnt right
Our burdens were too heavy
to carry through the night.
My army called it empty
But that don’t make it light.

I knew that it was over
You kissed me and you sighed.
I wore my khaki uniform
when we said our last goodbyes.
It was the only thing to do.
But that can’t stop the cries

I would end this war tomorrow
And lie before your feet.
I would surrender all my weapons
If only we could meet

I wept for you this morrow
As I stood to guard your street
But I am not in charge of sorrow
It’s my heart that wants to weep.

When this fight is over
There will be celebrations
With magnums of champagne.
But this war has left me hollow
With a heart in endless pain.