Farewell - Don McLean

Golden haired and golden hearted

I would ever have you be

As you were when we last parted

Smiling slow and sad at me

Oh the fighting down of passion

Oh the century-seeming pain

Parting in this off-hand fashion

In Dungarvan in the rain

In the rain

Slanting eyes of blue unweeping

Stands my Swedish beauty where

Gusts of Irish rain are sweeping

Round the statue in the square

Corner boys against the walling

Watch us furtively in vain

And the Angelus is calling

Through Dungarvan in the rain

In the rain

Gales along the Commeragh Mountains

Beating sleet on creaking signs

Iron gutters turned to fountains

And the windscreen laced with lines

And the evening getting later

And the ache increased again

As the distance grows the greater

From Dungarvan in the rain

In the rain

There is no one now to wonder

What eccentric sits in state

While the beech trees rock and thunder

Round his gate-lodge and his gate

Gone the ornamental plaster

Gone the overgrown demesne

And the car goes fast and faster

From Dungarvan in the rain

In the rain

Had I kissed and drawn you to me

Had you yielded warm for cold

What a power had pounded through me

As I stroked your streaming gold

You were right to keep us parted

Bound and parted we remain

Aching if unbroken hearted

Oh Dungarvan in the rain

In the rain

Oh Dungarvan in the rain

In the rain

In the rain