Molly O' - Joe Bonamassa

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