Lyrics Mary's Eyes - Gaelic Storm

Mary's Eyes

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
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