Maryâ??s Eyes Gaelic Storm # Verse1: [B]Mary's eyes are startling blue And her [Abm]hair's Newcastle gold And she [E]walks the thin white line between the [F#]body and the soul She's as [B]faithful to her history As a [Abm]novice to his fast For she's [E]standing on the bones of Ireland's [F#]past Chorus: She's [E]singing of the troubles And the [B]fire in the [E]land 'Til I can almost feel the [B]famine slipping [F#]through my trembling hand And i [E]wonder as I hear her, That the [B]spirit (chordiearchive.chordie.com)
