Then there is the Irish version... I wrote, You can just walk on Soibhan...

THe yellow smoke of morning, breaks along woodquay
the smell of coal fires burning the way it used to be...

You can just walk on Soibhan, you'll not see me follow you back home
The empty sidewalks I walk down, there not the same, your not to blame

Do you recall the Ceili, where we first met,
we danced the Walls of Limerick, I can hear it yet...

Your name and mine, inside a heart, upon a wall
down past the liffy bridges, behind a market stall...