Oh Brian, my Brian, come again to me
I'm lying in this prison here
My pain hidden from thee
Oh Child, my child, would you take my hand
I cry morning, noon and night
A chorus with time's sand
Oh son, my son, Would you remember me?
For soon I shall pass away
To where no man may see
My Brian, Sweet Brian, I'm sorry I can't stay
But my body is a prison here
From which I long to stray
Oh Brian, my gift, you know I hold you dear
And though I no longer linger
Please let loose your fear
For Brian, my Brian, don't you have a care
One day you shall join us here
On this morning Bright and fair
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