I first heard her singing her songs of old Ireland
Sweet songs full of joy, full of sorrow and pain
And all of that summer I listened and watched her
And I fell in love with sweet Mary McCain
She told me of Ireland, her father and mother
Of believing in God, whom she felt deep inside
She sang of her brothers, both buried in Derry
She sang of the cause for which both of them died
Oh, I think of Mary and Dublin and Derry
And songs full of sadness, that made us both cry
Oh, I think of Mary and Dublin and Derry
And eyes full of truth, just as blue as the sky
Oh, I think of Mary, and then I just ask myself why?
I begged her, come with me, live far from your Ireland
You'll never find peace as the pain grows more keen
She smiled and caressed me, she needed her homeland
She needed her Ireland, so wild and so green
Oh, I think of Mary and Dublin and Derry
And songs full of sadness, that made us both cry
Oh, I think of Mary and Dublin and Derry
And eyes full of truth, just as blue as the sky
Oh, I think of Mary, and then I just ask myself why?
Sweet Mary I'll love till I die