The Heart of Saint Laurence O'Toole

God only knows I was only joking,
No promises made so none can be broken,
The haunted look on the calvary cross,
The difference between absence and loss,
Now I stand accused, in shame and ridicule,
Of stealing the heart of Saint Laurence O'Toole.

The cruelest city I ever was in,
That hates the sinner but loves the sin,
Rejecting gold for a heart-shaped box,
Feasted in Dublin, starved in Glendalough,
Now I stand accused, in shame and ridicule,
Of stealing the heart of Saint Laurence O'Toole.

God only knows I was only joking,
No promises made so none can be broken.