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,
wonder
white
where
irish
sinners
still
walks
beginners
history
stubborn
forever
newcastle
between
foolish
beats
faithful
almost
beneath
ocean
chorus
famine
without
constant
standing
heart
novice
saints
glimpse
stare
break
record
harbor
across
reach
sailors
shines
ireland
waters
spirit
ships
trembling
silence
singing
slipping
startling
though
bones
pride
through
troubles
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