Easter
A ghost of a mist was on the fieldThe grey and the green togetherThe noise of a distant farm machineOut of the first light came
A tattered necklace of hedge and treesOn the southern side of the hillBetrays where the border runs betweenWhere Mary Dunoon's boy fell
Easter here again, a time for the blind to seeEaster, surely now can all of your hearts be free
Out of the port of LiverpoolBound for the north of IrelandThe wash of the spray and horsetail wavesThe roll of the sea below
And Easter here again, a time for the blind to seeEaster, surely now can all of your hearts be free
What will you do?Make a stone of your heart?Will you set things rightWhen you tear them apart?Will you sleep at nightWith the plough and the stars alight?
What will you do?With the wire and the gun?That'll set things rightWhen it's said and done?Will you sleep at night?Is there so much love to hide?
Forgive, forgetSing "never again"