The Cranberries — So Cold in Ireland

Here is a story Of hope and of glory Eighteen years old And well I fell in love But after that Where have you gone, from me? The one that I loved endlessly We used to have a life But now it's all gone Mystified... Mystified... Mystified... Mystified... Mystified... Mystified... Mystified... Does it have to be so cold in Ireland? Does it have to be so cold in Ireland for me? Are they ready for me? Are they ready for me? Where have you gone, from me? The one that I loved endlessly We were to have a child Yesterday's gone Well I knew the time would come When I'd have to leave, go on Look what they've done to me They've taken my hand... And it's killing me Killing me Killing me Killing me Does it have to be so cold in Ireland? Does it have to be so cold in Ireland for me? Are they ready for me? Are they ready for me? Are they ready for me? But I'm afraid I'm returning to Ireland I'm afraid I'm returning to Ireland, I see That there is nothing for me There is nothing for me There is nothing for me