A ghost of a mist was on the field |
| The grey and the green together |
| The noise of a distant farm machine |
| Out of the first light came |
A tattered necklace of hedge end trees |
| On the southern side of the hill |
| Betrays where the border runs between |
| Where Mary Dunoon's boy fell |
Easter here again, a time for the blind to see |
| Easter, surely now can all of your hearts be free |
Out of the port of Liverpool |
| Bound for the North of Ireland |
| The wash of the spray and horsetail waves |
| The roll of the sea below |
And Easter here again, a time for the blind to see |
| Easter, surely now can all of your hearts be free |
What will you do? |
| Make a stone of your heart? |
| Will you set things right? |
| When you tear them apart? |
| Will you sleep at night? |
| With the plough and the stars alight? |
What will you do? |
| With the wire and the gun? |
| That'll set things right |
| When it's said and done? |
| Will you sleep at night? |
| Is there so much love to hide? |
Forgive, Forget |
| Sing "Never again." |