Michael Furey

She was standing singing songs behind the chapel wall
The moon shone bright upon her face in the shadow of Saint Paul,
A hunger burned within her as she let the high note fall
How I miss you poor young Michael Furey.

She hadn’t noticed me approaching from the darkened lane
I hadn’t seen her all the summer long much to my pain,
The letters we had once shared now came flooding back again
Why did you have to go my Michael Furey?

I tried to call her name but alas she could not hear
I made to hold her hand as she wiped away a tear,
At first I could not comprehend but it all became so clear
Why did you have to go my Michael Furey?

The clouds began to gather and the wind pull me away
She looked up to the sky and then crossed herself to pray,
And just as I was carried off I heard her softly say
God bless your weary soul my Michael Furey.