I find furrows in the wood exploring with you
And more often than not it’s just us two
Brushing through reeds in Derrymacstuir
When I’m in need I know I can call her
To listen to my ramblings for a little while
She cracks me up and makes me smile
And there’s something of longing in her absent stare
Like she’s wishing for something in particular to be there
And I try to hold up, to carry the fort
In the years in between as we man the fort
Over the garden that’s grown between us
There’s something of magic, there’s something of trust
And I know I can rely on her steady heart
In the years and seasons we’ve been apart
In the moments when there’s an ocean in between 
We rip up the map coz it’s just a dream
And all of the separation that seems to be
Hanging in the air between you and me
Is nothing in the magnitude of what’s always been
I salute you, honey, coz you are the queen