Verse1: [B]Mary's eyes are startling blue
And her [Abm]hair's Newcastle gold
And she [E]walks the thin white line between the [F#]body and the soul
She's as [B]faithful to her history
As a [Abm]novice to his fast
For she's [E]standing on the bones of Ireland's [F#]past
Chorus:
She's [E]singing of the troubles
And the [B]fire in the [E]land
'Til I can almost feel the [B]famine slipping [F#]through my trembling hand
And i [E]wonder as I hear her,
That the [B]spirit still shines [E]through
And she can reach across the [B]ocean [E]deep and break my [F#]heart [B]in two...
Verse 2: [B]Mary's wise and she is foolish
She's as [Abm]constant as the tide
For it's a [E]woman's heart that beats beneath that [F#]stubborn Irish pride
We are [B]saints and we are sinners
We are [Abm]heros we a[F#]re theives. We are [E]all of us beginners on the road to Galilee
Chorus
Instrumental:
Verse 3
So let us [B]hiost a pint of silence
To the [Abm]east where ireland lies
And we will [E]stare across the waters
For a [F#]glimpse of Mary's eyes
We are [B]ships without a harbor
We are [Abm]sailors are on dry land
And the [E]song goes on forever
Even [F#]though the record can't
Chorus
And her [Abm]hair's Newcastle gold
And she [E]walks the thin white line between the [F#]body and the soul
She's as [B]faithful to her history
As a [Abm]novice to his fast
For she's [E]standing on the bones of Ireland's [F#]past
Chorus:
She's [E]singing of the troubles
And the [B]fire in the [E]land
'Til I can almost feel the [B]famine slipping [F#]through my trembling hand
And i [E]wonder as I hear her,
That the [B]spirit still shines [E]through
And she can reach across the [B]ocean [E]deep and break my [F#]heart [B]in two...
Verse 2: [B]Mary's wise and she is foolish
She's as [Abm]constant as the tide
For it's a [E]woman's heart that beats beneath that [F#]stubborn Irish pride
We are [B]saints and we are sinners
We are [Abm]heros we a[F#]re theives. We are [E]all of us beginners on the road to Galilee
Chorus
Instrumental:
Verse 3
So let us [B]hiost a pint of silence
To the [Abm]east where ireland lies
And we will [E]stare across the waters
For a [F#]glimpse of Mary's eyes
We are [B]ships without a harbor
We are [Abm]sailors are on dry land
And the [E]song goes on forever
Even [F#]though the record can't
Chorus
