Holy Molly (and an Irish Ale)

Old black leather shoes and a short red dress
dimples and a smile are true to the test
a test to be free a test for the world
a testament to be told.

forever and a day to see how she moves
when she moves
she move like a dream inside a faded film reel
from long ago.

Holy Molly and an Irish Ale
waiting for a table for two
can you tell us your tale
of the life that you lived and the way that you move
your testament to be true.

The storm that fills our sails across the sea of dreams
carries a faded memory
forever and a day to see how she moves
and she moves in a time so long ago.

Holy Molly and the judgment day
the eye inside the storm
tell us your tale and how you move
tell us your testament to be true.

full sail set to eternity
Holy Molly and an Irish Ale to be true
across her seas in a dream
the time has come to see her move.
in a place so long ago.


Godfather.