June Tabor - The Irish Girl lyrics
[June Tabor - The Irish Girl lyrics]
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
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