Mary’s eyes are startling blue nAnd her hair’s Newcastle gold nAnd she walks the thin white line nBetween the body and the soul nShe’s as faithful to her history nAs a novice to his fast nFor she is standing on the bones nOf Ireland’s past nnShe is singing of the troubles nAnd a fire in the land n‘til I can almost feel the famine nSlipping through my trembling hand nAnd I wonder as I hear her nThat the spirit still shines through nAnd she can reach across the ocean deep nAnd break my heart in two nnMary’s wise as she is foolish nShe’s as constant as the tide nFor it’s a woman’s heart that beats beneath nThat stubborn Irish pride nWe are saints and we are sinners nWe are heroes we are thieves nWe are all of us beginners nOn the road to Galilee nnShe is singing of the troubles nAnd a fire in the land n‘til I can almost feel the famine nSlipping through my trembling hand nAnd I wonder as I hear her nThat the spirit still shines through nAnd she can reach across the ocean deep nAnd break my heart in two nnSo let us hoist a pint of silence nTo the east where Ireland lies nAnd we’ll stare across the waters nFor a glimpse of Mary’s eyes nWe are ships without a harbour nWe are sailors on dry land nAnd the song goes on forever nEven though the record can’t nnShe is singing of the troubles nAnd a fire in the land n‘til I can almost feel the famine nSlipping through my trembling hand nAnd I wonder as I hear her nThat the spirit still shines through nAnd she can reach across the ocean deep nAnd break my heart in two nn