The Irish Girl

I walked on a northern shore

Where the sandywort sped on before the ocean's blast

The grass ran like lemmings for the dune's high edge

And I thought it meant like the grass

We bend in the driving gale

and scarcely paused to think what makes the wind so

strong

or if there's a refuge from the driver's flag

But then I heard the saddest song

of the Irish Girl

The Irish Girl

Her eyes through a sparkling red

like raindrops on a laurel when the moon appears

She sang of her sorrow through the stinging spread

and through the sweeter brine, the salt of tears,

I weep for the lost of a love

Who's gone brooding now and silent as a standing stone

Two sides of a coin we rolled a battered roll

but in time he chose to leave alone

His Irish Girl

His Irish Girl

I touched her and spoke my name

for it seems she didn't know me for the song she sang

she said, oh I know your face but here's the shame

for though I knew the boy, who knows the man

and I wept who might turn for the fool

who never saw the joys that make a blind man smile

seeking his fortune while the brightest jewel

was within his reach all the while

The Irish Girl

His Irish Girl