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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 is standing on the bones Of Ireland’s past She is singing of the troubles And a 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 as 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 Songtexte She is singing of the troubles And a 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’ll stare across the waters For a glimpse of Mary’s eyes We are ships without a harbour We are sailors on dry land And the song goes on forever Even though the record can’t She is singing of the troubles And a 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 Aus Songtexte Mania