If the stars fall down on me,

And the sun refuse to shine,

Then may the shackles be undone,

May all the old words, cease to rhyme.

If the skies, turn into stone,

It will matter not at all,

Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young

In a world of magnets and miracles

Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary

The ringing of the division bell had begun

Along the Long Road and on down the Causeway