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 could hear that wailing sound
She was the last one to die of the two thousand souls
And the sea, it took her gently, delved in darkness and cold

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

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 dams sacred walls, and watched that black water rise
The ocean don't give up the dead, a bit of Molly still inside

Molly O
Like a ghost from the past
To her we raise a glass
Molly O
Through the lies and truths
Then you fell out of youth
Molly O
You can't let it roll
You gotta rise up the fall
Molly O
On the highest of tides
May she rise into the sky