Song for Kathleen O'Hara Lyrics

In a green dress she danced
Like a net in the water
Swaying off the coast
Of South Carolina

Like a pickled princess dancing,
Like the lost queen of Ireland
Like a story told again,
Like a new best friend

With silly drunken chatter
It was all I could do to look at her
And when the wedding was over
I had to get out of there

And the night air was cold
Like whiskey in your throat
And I thought I saw her everywhere
As I bicycled home

No mingling of limbs,
Cause she moved to England
No mingling of limbs,
Cause she moved to England