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

She's singin' 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 heroes, we are thieves
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 hoist 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 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