Where Foxglove

Where foxglove and the fuchsia grows fuchsia grows
And tumbles down to the sea
We looked into a midnight well
Reflected there imperfectly

The rhapsody of traffic swells traffic swells
The northside echoes with history
The rush hour crowds and old church bells
The flickering of a cinema screen

And what did you see in the midnight well midnight well
Were you only in a garden in the rain
What symphonies in Dublin town
In the rackety swaying of an evening train

And who will you love even so even so
When the crowds have faded by and by
Will all the birds be singing out
When morning calls upon our eyes