Many years ago, in a house in Mayo,
A young girl she sang with pride, washing floors.
She dreamed of London town, movie stars and evening gowns, rich boys with tender hands to open doors.

One night all alone, she slipped through the window, ran 1.000 miles to find her-ideal home.

I am with you, Pauline, wherever you go.
Look around you-I have found you. I'll be your stone.
I've come to take you home. Come to take you home.

It feels like yesterday, how we talked the hours away
In a world of soft illusion and pain.
We stood staring into skies, counting planes that flew by
We said one day we'd sail up there- among the stars.

I am with you, Pauline, wherever you go.
Look around you-I have found you. I'll be your stone.
I've come to take you home. Come to take you home.

I never told you, I was jealous. so jealous of you as a child.
You had the -best friends, you wore the-best clothes.
But now, it seems such a waste of time.

It came out of the blue. Something happened to you.
My friend, you'd passed away with no one by your side.
Alone in Dublin town, under a bridge you were found
The muddy waters cold and dark, dragged you away.
I wished I could have been there-It's not that I didn't care.
Your cards were laid upon the table, could have, thrown them in the air.

I am with you, Pauline, wherever you go.
Look around you-I have found you. I'll be your stone.
I am with you, Pauline, wherever you go.
Look around you-I have found you. I'll be your stone.
I've come to take you home. Come to take you home.