MICHAEL COLLINS
The bark of a dog breaks the silence like a bitter last hurrah
And a raven spreads it's wings for flight over fields near Beál Na mBláth
With a rifle still clasped to his breast, but hanging low his head
A black August day in the County Cork, Michael Collins is dead
Hang out your brightest colours, his memory now recall
Each one wants a part of him but no-one wants it all
Working over in London town when he joined the I.R.B.
Sworn to use, both, deadly force, his native land to free
His squad is ready and willing to strike, his love for his ruthless charm
The Laughing Boy smiles at the castle, it's a smile to cause alarm
Chorus
A British intelligence agent is working from a Dublin room
Michael Collins adds a name to a list that will take men to the tomb
A spy slowly rises from his chair and walks across the floor
A man with a parabellum is knocking at the door
Chorus
Returning then to London town, who will take the blame?
The Treaty lies before him, Michael Collins adds his name
A darker time lies across the land, who will bear the load?
An awkward hero in an armoured car on an Irish country road
Chorus
The bark of a dog breaks the silence like a bitter last hurrah
And a raven spreads it's wings for flight over fields near Beál Na mBláth
