Livvy's just a little river, out in Ballymore
And airplanes go around the world, and feet go door to door
Oscar Wild's in Père Lachaise, with kisses on his grave
And weariness is rain on stones, and tenderness is brave.
Yes, Oscar Wild's in Père Lachaise, and clouds live in the sky
And all the dogs, in the world, are saying your name with their eyes.