In Ireland, when they say wet, they mean wet.
When they say green, they mean utterly green.
And here we are, the cool green wet swallowing us in Irish arms.
Ready to go to Inish Beg tomorrow.
In Ireland, a person could feel in love with just the air.
With the sound of the language.
With the bookstores everywhere.
In Greece everywhere you saw chapels and churches.
But here, you have pubs instead of prayers.
And in this lovely beauty, we will prayer to continue liquid language.