The Heart Of Saint Laurence O’Toole

God only knows I was only joking
No promises made so none can be broken
The haunted look on the calvary cross
The difference between absence and loss
Now I stand accused, in shame and ridicule
Of stealing the heart of Saint Laurence O'Toole

The cruelest city I ever was in
That hates the sinner but loves the sin
Rejecting gold for a heart-shaped box
Feasted in Dublin, starved in Glendalough
Now I stand accused, in shame and ridicule
Of stealing the heart of Saint Laurence O’Toole

God only knows I was only joking
No promises made so none can be broken