She says, "Look at this town, son.
Take a good look around, son.
Why should anyone here be saved?"
So he says, "Every crooked lane that you can see
Every open hole, every hollow tree
Is a home for creatures loved by me
And oh, to be counted among them"
Take a good look around, son.
Why should anyone here be saved?"
So he says, "Every crooked lane that you can see
Every open hole, every hollow tree
Is a home for creatures loved by me
And oh, to be counted among them"
C. O'Brien