(John Spillane/Louis dePaor)
And her mouth was as red
As the fresh fallen snow
The day she told me again
How another man’s love
Was as white as a raven’s
While mine was blacker than blood
How another man’s love
Was as white as a raven’s
While mine was blacker than blood
And I asked if she knew for sure
That the rain in her eyes
Would never run dry
Till the flames of the sun
Ran like ice in her veins
And froze the door to her heart
Till the flames of the sun
Ran like ice in her veins
And froze the door to her heart
And she told me the last time
As if for the first time
If the world turns away from the sun
Then nothing and never
Will always be true
And that she would forever be mine
Then nothing and never
Will always be true
And that she would forever be mine
And I swear that the sun
In her eyes turned to stone
Her dress was as white as the moon
The priest told me nothing
And no one was true
And that she would forever be mine
The priest told me nothing
And no one was true
And that she would forever be mine
Oh the blackened sole
Of her small bright shoe
Has left it’s mark
In the long white hall
Of my heart
