Henry Street

My heart stopped when I saw her on Henry Street it was
An angel of the gypsy blood whose eyes I still recall
A melody so haunting that she seemed to sing for me
Her voice it rose above the crowd a precious harmony

I made my way toward her and stood and watched a while
While all around just carried on I prayed to see her smile
But the sadness of her eyes lament the sorrow in her gaze
It told a different story to the song I heard her play

Her beauty overcame me her sadness broke my heart
From the moment that I saw her I hoped we'd never part
The beauty of her song sublime it made my life complete
It was there I met my one true love that day on Henry Street

She shivered in the winter's cold a ragged green shawl she wore
But her voice it never faltered it warmed me to the core
When the singing stopped I spoke to her for she had a tale to tell
I listened for a long long while then smiled and wished her well

Each day I passed to see her face and talk to her once more
Till came the day she wasn't there just a green shawl on the floor
I asked of what became of her and sadly I was told
My sweet Cailin of Henry Street was taken by the cold

Her beauty overcame me her sadness broke my heart
From the moment that I saw her I hoped we'd never part
The beauty of her song sublime it made my life complete
It was there I lost my one true love that day on Henry Street
It was there I lost my one true love that day on Henry Street