This rainy night where is she?
Is she in Dublin town
Racing along O' Connell Street,
As the rain comes thundering down...
Does she go home to a lover,
Does she go home alone,
Does another man share the love
That I could never had known?
Or is she home in Italy
In her town I dont know where,
Or maybe shes from the country,
Or from the mountains air...
As I think I know I dont know her,
Although I once thought I did,
I wonder if she knew I loved her,
If she cared why my love so I hid?
Maybe shes in the arms of another,
Some lucky man darling she does call,
I wonder if ever I met her,
Would she even know me at all?
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