Blue Eyed Mary

Tommy Makem

There's a black crow sitting on a bare oak tree

And the winter sun is low

And it's painting shadows on the old brown hills

And the meadows down below

But when Mary walks those misty fields

It's like a summer's day

For sunshine goes where Mary goes

To light her on her way


Blue eyed Mary, lovely Mary

Blue eyed Mary, the love light of my soul

There's a blackbird singing in a green oak tree

And the song is sweet and clear

To welcome crocuses and daffodils

In the springing of the year

But when Mary sings her golden songs

The birds are hushed and still

And spring is sweeter than before

On every flowering hill


Oh Mary is fairer than the brightest dawn

Or the sweetest flower in May

But it was her tenderness and gentle soul

That stole my heart away

And where Mary goes, I'll follow her

'Til time has ceased to be

For yesterday, she kissed my lips

And gave her love to me