Greenred Ya see kido were on the wrong side of the Irish Sea, You in Bray Me in West Belfast, Ah well
"Had I the Heavens embroided cloths,
enrought with gold and silver light,
the blue the dim the dark cloths
of night and light and half light,
I'd spread those cloths beneath your feet
but I being poor have only my dreams
I'd spread my dreams beneath you feet,
tread softly you tread on my dreams."