Mary's eyes are startling blue
And her hair's Newcastle gold
And she walks the thin white line between the body and the soul
She's as faithful to her history
As a novice to his past
For she's standing on the bones of Ireland's past

She's singing of the troubles
And the fire in the land
'Til I can almost feel the famine
slipping through my trembling hand
And i wonder as I hear her,
That the spirit still shines through
And she can reach across the ocean deep
and break my heart in two...

Mary's wise and she is foolish
She's as constant as the tide
For it's a woman's heart that beats beneath
that stubborn Irish pride
We are saints and we are sinners
We are heros we are theives
We are all of us beginners on the road to Galilee

She's singing of the troubles
And the fire in the land
'Til I can almost feel the famine
slipping through my trembling hand
And i wonder as I hear her,
That the spirit still shines through
And she can reach across the ocean deep
and break my heart in two...


So let us hiost a pint of silence
To the east where ireland lies
And we will stare across the waters
For a glimpse of Mary's eyes
We are ships without a harbor
We are sailors are on dry land
And the song goes on forever
Even though the record can't

She's singing of the troubles
And the fire in the land
'Til I can almost feel the famine
slipping through my trembling hand
And i wonder as I hear her,
That the spirit still shines through
And she can reach across the ocean deep
and break my heart in two...