On the fifth day of may, she was breaking away
When the moon came and sat on your shoulder
She was still young, not yet highly strung
As you need to be when you get older
George was a street, when you first faced the feat
You put money on the color of the sky
Well the color of her voice left you there no choice
But to drink the Liffey dry
The seeds that you sow
You wanna watch them growing
Wild, you grow wild
You grow wild in my heart
Wild, you grow wild
You grow wild in my heart