Folk Ian Melvin
Anna Liffey (with video)

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Anna Liffey

Through my fingers Anna Liffey
And in my palms you flowed
Again on a night in the Temple Bar
That night the Wren’s song died

The days were short, when we first joined
And wind blew cold, ‘tween the piers
Where I raised my hand beneath your skirts
Flesh hot as the sun's own fires

Through my fingers, Anna Liffey
And in my palms you flowed
Again on a night in the Temple Bar
That night that the Wren’s song died

A frost fell white, on the homeward bound
And stars winked cool and slyly
When I lifted your eyes, to my desire
So the solstice moon did rise

Through my fingers Anna Liffey
And in my palms you flowed
Again on a night in the Temple Bar
That night that the Wren’s song died

As the crossroads met, and we last fumbled
Then the dawn light shone anew
Why I raised my hat, and for all my life
Canst not say why I bid adieu

Through my fingers Anna Liffey
And in my palms you flowed
Again on a night in the Temple Bar
That night that the Wren’s song died

I last raised my bat on St Stephens nacht
As I met the Wren sat on the wall
So I boxed this boys soul up under my arm
And set off for silver and gold

Through my fingers Anna Liffey
And in my palms you flowed
Again on a night in the Temple Bar
That night that the Wren’s song died