There’s something about an African smile
The way it lights up a scene 
And I dream
Of a happiness like that
It’s in a childhood I can’t get back
Where everything was wild and free
And the Irish just pulsed in me
The daughter of a frozen land 
Starved by people that don’t understand 
And now I’m standing on dusty sand 
Craving the futility of a man 
As people in a foreign continent 
Die because the abundance went
Somewhere with the flow of water 
It’s the soul of the season and they think they bought her 
With their pails of wooden from the well
But we’re all burning up like hell
And does salvation lie
In a spirit that does not die 
And I see it when I look in your eye
Could the secret be 
In a heart that’s been set free