Witchy Emerald Eyes

In the land of the culling you'll never know

How many men have died as a woman called Róisín she can tell

By her witchy emerald eyes

Witchy emerald eyes

I stay on her good side

And the land will fall to the sea

Try to get her a drink some time but she will never speak to me

And as she walked out Sunday mass there was thunder in the sky

As I caught her witchy emerald eyes

Witchy emerald eyes

If you stand on a cliff edge you can tell

There's a whisper on the breeze but only Róisín she can hear

The crashing of the seas

The crashing of the seas

I stay on her good side

And the land will fall to the sea

Try to get her a drink some time but she will never speak to me

And as she walked out Sunday mass there was thunder in the skies

As I caught her witchy emerald eyes

Witchy emerald eyes

Witchy emerald eyes

Witchy emerald eyes