The gentians are blooming as we eat lemon cake
In the tearoom called An Féar Gorta
Your home comes to be
Mine for a week
In sweet Ballyvaughan, County Clare.
And I'm happy & sad as though Ireland were mine ~
The Burren, the pubs and the sea
You spark & you joke
While I long for the pie
Of An Féar Gorta, Ballyvaughan.
References to the lovely song "Sweet Ballyvaughan, "Terence's poem "An Féar Gorta" & to his song "When New York Was Irish."