There's a painting on the wall
And it's there that I'd like to be 
There's a river, a mountain, a valley 
And, in the distance, the big blue sea 
And in this place called Wicklow 
Oh, it's wonderful (?) 
And the haunted times of old 
Rage on the wind, I'm told 

Give me your hand, my [bad word] love 
And into this enchanted land 
We'll walk the shores of Wicklow 
I will love you evermore
Evermore 

Now I've heard stories of angels 
Who [bad word] their harps of gold 
And sing Ave Maria 
Above a crowd of stars 

Give me your hand, my [bad word] love 
And into this enchanted land 
We'll walk the shores of Wicklow
I will love you evermore 
Evermore
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