Author: Christy Moore
I can see the image of your face
but I cannot hear your voice
although your lips are moving
I can see your lips are moving
I can see that you are laughing
but I cannot hear your voice
although your eyes are sparkling
I can see your eyes are sparkling
you are playing in the sand
but I cannot hear your voice
now I see you dancing
I can see your Irish dancing
From behind those prison walls
I could not hear your voice
but when you told me you were dreaming
I could tell what you were dreaming
I saw how you were taken
but I could not hear your voice
I know you were’nt complaining
you were not one for complaining
I saw your hands joined in communion
but I could not hear your voice
I know you took a beating
but you were never beaten
Mairéad Farrell wrote me many years ago asking would I consider writing a song about the struggle in Armagh Prison.(I subsequently wrote “On The Bridge”).The above is an early draft of a song I wrote after Mairéad was executed in Gibralter.I never got to sing it. Terry O’Neill subsequently performed a version of the song with music from Brian Moore. ( for the record there is a very fine song written by Marguerita D’Arcy called ” Armagh Women”.A rough recording can be heard on tk13 of the Lilac Disc of the Box Set from a few years back. There are plenty of them out there)
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