Intro: Verse Mary and Manus are working the turf together Old they are, the two of them, old and grey Over the bog the sea-wind sings in the heather Night clouds scatter the hilltops, far away Verse They will have comfort, now, when the nights are colder They will have turf, aye, plenty of turf to spare Light she steps with a heavy creel on her shoulder Load on load for the stack that is building there Verse There is a deeper note than the sea-wind's singing Soft it comes, on the breath of the dying day Down in the hollow, the bell from the chapel is ringing Mary and Manus stand for a minute and pray Verse Soft and low on the air each long note lingers Quietly bending their old, grey heads they stand Making the holy sign with work-worn fingers Wrapped in the sudden peace that has blessed the land Verse Is it the light of heaven on the wide sea breaking? Spreading its glory out like a golden rain Aye, and with the light of the world in their eyes a-waking Mary and Manus are working the turf again
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