Molly is a bit touched...so folks think...but there is one other in the village who is right in tune with her. But we're all a bit touched in some way.
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Molly McGuire she lived all alone.
Down by the river's edge in a house made of stone.
The roof was thatched with Scottish flax that kept out the rain and snow.
For twenty-nine years it's the only gold she's known.
Molly McGuire, she talked to the trees.
Claimed she found her answers while they floated on the breeze.
People came from miles around to see this girl insane.
But Molly kept on talking...and smiling just the same.
Molly McGuire...barefoot through the stream.
Hiking up her knickers as paisley as her dreams.
The river here runs cold and deep along the Highland way.
But Molly watched the treetops bend to guide her on her way.
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Molly McGuire...sing your song to me
the whispers in the trees
everytime the wind blows down my mind
Molly McGuire...you know that I believe
the talk between the leaves
everytime the wind blows down my mind.
Molly McGuire...ever since she was a child...
had this gentle silence and a sapphire in her smile
She would sit for hours beneath the tall oak trees
Listenin’ to the whispers and the talk between the leaves.
Molly McGuire...she tried to explain.
But all the village people though the girl insane.
So off she ran into the night ...cold and all alone
Listenin’ for the whispers...the ones to guide her home.
Molly McGuire!!! ...came a voice amidst the crowd.
I can hear those voices girl...I can hear them clear and loud.
Molly turned to see the boy with eyes as soft as rain.
She took his hand and off they ran...they were never seen again.
You could hear him singing, Molly McGuire...sing your song to me
the whispers in the trees
everytime the wind blows down my mind
Molly McGuire...you know that I believe
the talk between the leaves everytime the wind blows down my mind.
