Mary's eyes are startling blue,
And her hair's Newcastle Gold.
And she walks the fine white line
Between the body and the soul.
She's as faithful to her history,
As a novice to his fast.
For she stands upon the bones,
Of Ireland's past.

She is singing of the troubles,
And a fire in the land.
Till 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.
But we are all of us beginners,
On the road to Galilee.

We are singing of the troubles,
And a fire in the land.
Till I can almost feel the famine,
Slipping through my trembling hand.
And I wonder as I hear her,
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/xVa9That 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 gaze 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.

We are singing of our troubles,
And a fire in the land.
Till I can almost feel the famine,
Slipping through my trembling hands.
And I wonder as I hear her,
How the spirit still shines through,
And she can reach across the ocean deep,
And break my heart in two.

MARY’S EYES
Written by: Janis Ian
Performed by: Janis Ian
Appears on: God & the FBI (Japan-Bonus Tracks)-2000, Billies Bones-20031,
(Bonus Track)-2004 & Peace for Ireland: One Child at a Time-2005.

Transcribed from the track on this album.

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