Easter (Live)

A ghost of a mist was on the field

The gray and the green together

The noise of a distant farm machine

Out of the first light came

A tattered necklace of hedge end trees

On the southern side of the hill

Betrays where the border runs between

Where Mary Dunoon's boy fell

Easter here again a time for the blind to see

Easter surely now can all of your hearts be free

Out of the port of Liverpool

Bound for the North of Ireland

The wash of the spray and horsetail waves

The roll of the sea below

And Easter here again a time for the blind to see

Easter surely now can all of your hearts be free