Joe Bonamassa - Molly O'

MOLLY O‘ That ship for fools set sail, Wasn't long till it ran aground. You can hear the cries for mercy, You can hear that wailing sound. She was the last one to die - Of the two thousand souls, And the sea, it took her gently, Death and darkness take hold. Molly O‘ Like a ghost from the past To her we raise a glass. Molly O‘ On the highest of tides May she rise to the sky. She was born in the east of Glanmire, Just another sleepy Irish town With a suitcase full of redemption And a ticket for a ship that went down. No distress signal was sent, Molly O‘ was twenty-two When the surging walls of water Turned it into a graveyard in blue. Molly O‘ Like a ghost from the past To her we raise a glass. Molly O‘ On the highest of tides May she rise into the sky. That ship for fools has sailed, Won't take long till it runs aground. You can hear those mamas weeping From Halifax to London town. She danced a sacred waltz And watched that black water rise. The ocean don't give up the dead, I bet ol‘ Molly's still inside. Molly O‘ Like a ghost from the past To her we raise a glass. Molly O‘ Turning lies into truth And a farewell to you. Molly O‘ You can't have it all You gotta rise up to fall. Molly O‘ On the highest of tides May she rise to the sky!