Quarantine
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[Verse 1] In the worst hour of the worst season Of the worst year of a whole people A man set out from the workhouse with his wife He was walking, they were both walking north And she was sick with famine fever and could not keep up He lifted her and put her on his back He walked like that west and west and north Until at nightfall, under freezing stars, they arrived [Verse 2] In the morning, they were both found dead Of cold, of hunger, of the toxins of a whole history But her feet werе held against his breastbone Thе last heat of his flesh was his last gift to her [Chorus] Let no love poem ever come to this threshold There is no place here for the inexact Praise of the easy graces and sensuality of the body There is only time for this merciless inventory [Verse 3] Their death together in the winter of 1847 Also what they suffered, how they lived And what there is between a man and woman And in which darkness it can best be proved [Chorus] Let no love poem ever come to this threshold There is no place here for the inexact Praise of the easy graces and sensuality of the body [Bridge] Mm, mm Mm, mm Mm, mm Mm, mm [Outro] In the worst hour of the worst season (Mm) Of the worst year of a whole people (Mm) A man set out from the workhouse with his wife (Mm, mm) He was walking, they were walking north (Mm, mm) North (Mm, mm) North (Mm, mm) North (Mm, mm) North (Mm, mm)
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Credits
- Writers
- Eavan Boland
- Paul Kelly