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Ireland
-Gabrielle Louise

How I wish I was in Ireland, or someplace where my soul was free.
Every time that I fall in love, why do I have to fall so deeply?
And I know it's all psychology, every kiss, every heartache that I've known.
Still, I wish I was in Ireland, tending the garden that used to be my soul.

You've got to let me go, let me go.
tend to the garden that used to be your soul.

On the topic of change, I'm not particularly an expert.
I go to the same restaurants, I always order the same meals.
I remember when the tore that old church down, cried every time I passed that way for years.
How I wish I had a dime to spend, I'd buy a dress made of satin, maybe lace.
I'd go dancing til the stars go dim, and the morning comes creeping in.

You've got to let me go, let me go.
tend to the garden that used to be my soul.
You've got to let me go, let me go.
We're not the people that we were ten years ago.