[Intro]
[Verse]
Mary and Manus are working the turf together
Old they are, the two of them, old and grey
Over the bog the sea-wind sings in the heather
Night clouds scatter the hilltops, far away
[Verse]
They will have comfort, now, when the nights are colder
They will have turf, aye, plenty of turf to spare
Light she steps with a heavy creel on her shoulder
Load on load for the stack that is building there
[Verse]
There is a deeper note than the sea-wind s singing
Soft it comes, on the breath of the dying day
Down in the hollow, the bell from the chapel is ringing
Mary and Manus stand for a minute and pray
[Verse]
Soft and low on the air each long note lingers
Quietly bending their old, grey heads they stand
Making the holy sign with work-worn fingers
Wrapped in the sudden peace that has blessed the land
[Verse]
Is it the light of heaven on the wide sea breaking?
Spreading its glory out like a golden rain
Aye, and with the light of the world in their eyes a-waking
Mary and Manus are working the turf again
