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 Chorus
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 Chorus
