He travailed and tried
Was he mixed up inside?
I don't know, nothing is certain

Against the storm
His heart beating and born
With a wild indestructible freedom

Oh, how he tried
Just about promised his life
Like a falling from grace but he knows somehow
Everything falters and the men who would fall
Will be grinning for fun
The day the North is won

Mike Murphy
Where did he go?
Mike Murphy
Bless his Irish soul
A lion heart in the sea-storm cold
Mike Murphy, and his tongue of gold

A daughter, a bride
Another knot tied
Why don't you come down for a whiskey?

Because there is no sky
Like the blue in your eye
And I swear he wanted to kiss me

But what if he died
With less than a few to survive
When the stone has no blood to abide
But pride keeps pushing the line
And we must choose sides

Nothing to borrow and little to gain
I'll see you tomorrow in the wild Irish rain
It seems we are always so close to the day
Yet so far away

Mike Murphy
Where did he go?
Mike Murphy
Bless his Irish soul
A lion heart in a sea-storm cold
Mike Murphy, and his tongue of gold

Mike Murphy
Or so we've been told


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