[C]I'm sitting [F]on the [Am]stile, Mar[C]y, where [Em]we once sat side by [C]side
On a [Dm]bright May morning
[Am]long ago, when [G]first you were my [C]bride
The corn was springing [Am]fresh and green, and the [Dm]lark sang loud
[G]And the [C]red was on your [Am]lips, Mary, and the [Em]love light in your [C]eyes.
The [Am]place is little changed Mar[E]y, the day as bright as [Am]then.
The lark's loud song is [E7]in my ear,
and the [Am]corn is [E7]green a[Am]gain.
But [Em]I [C]miss the softness [F]of your [G]hand and your [C]breath warm on my
And [Em]I still keep [Am]listening [F]to the [C]words you [Em]never [G]more may [Dm]speek.
I'm very lonely now, Mary, for the poor make no new friends
But oh they love the better still the few our Father
For you were all I had, Mary, my blessing and my pride
Theres I've nothing left to care for now since my poor
Yours was the good brave heart, Mary, that still kept hoping on
When the trust in God had left my soul and my
arms young strength had gone
There was comfort ever on your lip and a kind look on your brow
And I thank you Mary for
the same though you cannot hear me now.
I'm bidding you a long farewell, my Mary kind and true
But I'll not forget you, darling, in the land I'm going
They say there's bread and work for all, and the sun shines always there
But I'll ne'er forget old Ireland, were
it fifty times as fair.
And often in those grand old woods I'll sit and shut my eyes
And my heart will wander back again to the place
where Mary lies
And I think I'll see that little stile where we sat side by side
In the springing corn and the bright
May morn' when first you were my bride