Mystic Lipstick

She wears mystic lipstick,
she wears stones and bones
She tells myth and legend,
she sings rock and roll
She wears chains of bondage,
she wears the wings of hope
She wears the gown of plenty,
and still it's hard to cope

Croi o mo chroi, your heart is breaking
Your eyes are red your song is blue
Your poets underneath the willow in despair
They have been lovers of your sad tune,
Lovers of your slow air

And though they say how it hurts you
And sing the book of your heart
Oh sweet black rose, how they've loved you
And it's hard to
But they do Eire, they do

She keeps fools of counsel,
she keeps the wig and gown
The cloth and bloody warfare,
the stars, the stripes and crown
And still we pray for a better day now
God willing it's for the best
But I've just seen the harp on the penny
With a dollar on her naked breast

Croi o mo chroi, your heart is breaking
Your eyes are red your song is blue
Your poets underneath the willow in despair
They have been lovers of your sad tune,
Lovers of your slow air