The Day That Love Died
On the day that love died I married my bride
And we buried her six feet this morning
On the day that love died my beer it survives
And it drowns out my bottomless mourning
We met one fall in Donegal
Mary's hair, like the leaves, red as roses
Filled with glee all the world we would see
But the Queen and her men gave no warning
We went to shore, the Cliffs of Moher
To be wed in matrimony
And into town we drank up a round
And that's when hell unleashed fury
On the day that love died I married my bride
And we buried her six feet this morning
On the day that love died my beer it survives
And it drowns out my bottomless mourning
He funneled his rage, joined the IRA
Set his sights and bombed Belfast in seventy two
Through blood, sweat, and tears all the violence and years
In his search for freedom and Mary no clues
Bomb after bomb his fame it did grow
But the body count didn't make his sorrows go
He made himself crazy with booze, bombs, and ladies
His gun one more bullet, this time he'll go home
On the day that love died I married my bride
And we buried her six feet this morning
On the day that love died my beer it survives
And it drowns out my bottomless mourning
The bottle went down
His head spinned around
The orange white and green
What does this all mean
His gun to his head
But he wants the Queen's
He made his way back to the place that he knew
But his skills were much needed in Birmingham, too
The hatred and violence, his soul it was lost
For freedom and Mary I'll cover the cost
It's been ten long years his soul wanders the earth
Pursued by the British he lost all his worth
He sits down and cries by the shores of the bay
And by his own hand we bury him today
On the day that love died he married his bride
And we buried her six feet that morning
On the day that love died his beer it survives
And his soul lies with Mary this morning
And we buried her six feet this morning
On the day that love died my beer it survives
And it drowns out my bottomless mourning
We met one fall in Donegal
Mary's hair, like the leaves, red as roses
Filled with glee all the world we would see
But the Queen and her men gave no warning
We went to shore, the Cliffs of Moher
To be wed in matrimony
And into town we drank up a round
And that's when hell unleashed fury
On the day that love died I married my bride
And we buried her six feet this morning
On the day that love died my beer it survives
And it drowns out my bottomless mourning
He funneled his rage, joined the IRA
Set his sights and bombed Belfast in seventy two
Through blood, sweat, and tears all the violence and years
In his search for freedom and Mary no clues
Bomb after bomb his fame it did grow
But the body count didn't make his sorrows go
He made himself crazy with booze, bombs, and ladies
His gun one more bullet, this time he'll go home
On the day that love died I married my bride
And we buried her six feet this morning
On the day that love died my beer it survives
And it drowns out my bottomless mourning
The bottle went down
His head spinned around
The orange white and green
What does this all mean
His gun to his head
But he wants the Queen's
He made his way back to the place that he knew
But his skills were much needed in Birmingham, too
The hatred and violence, his soul it was lost
For freedom and Mary I'll cover the cost
It's been ten long years his soul wanders the earth
Pursued by the British he lost all his worth
He sits down and cries by the shores of the bay
And by his own hand we bury him today
On the day that love died he married his bride
And we buried her six feet that morning
On the day that love died his beer it survives
And his soul lies with Mary this morning
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Writer(s): John Scott
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