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 fast For she's standing on the bones of
Ireland's past
Chorus: 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 theivesWe are
all of us beginners on the road to Galilee
Chorus
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