Bernadette Songtext
von Eamon O’Leary

I came on a cruel tide
Loose of limb and hollow eyed
I swore I′d shun my shabby ways
My bloodless hours and all my idle days
And all my idle days

I took a room down on the square
Licked my wounds and cut my hair
And watched the townsfolk come and go
And clutch their idols on the streets below
Down on the streets below

Oh my Bernadette
I feel you all atremble in the night
Will you ever change your mind?

I met her in a market town
My blood was up, her hair was down
And in her cottage by the shore
We sat as sunlight poured in through the door
And warmed her wooden floor


Oh my Bernadette
I feel you all atremble in the night
Will you ever change your mind?

In rocky pools we'd swim along
With skylit fires to guide us home
But autumn came and then the rains
The summer′s gone but my love remains
But my love remains

But oh my faithless one
Whose favours have you won?
Who'll climb the watch if I go down?

A shadow across your window pane
The creaking of an anchor chain
I see the tide begin to run
I see you shining in the silver sun
In the silver sun

Oh my Bernadette
I feel you all atremble in the night
Will you ever change your mind?