The few times I visited you
You would ask me, what's your name?
I told you it was Patrick
You told me how in Ireland
They would call me Pádraig
You asked me again, what's your name?
Sat in your emerald chesterfield
Wondering at the people
Framed upon the mantelpiece
Grains of sand slipped down
Now you sit up there
With the frames on the mantelpiece
I came to the churchyard in Ireland
Hoping to hear you ask me,
What's your name?
