Magic Hour

In the magic hour, when the moon is low
 And the sky's the kinda blue that you think you know
 But you don't know
 Trickle is dark he runs around in
 All the fairy children they run around and
 All the other children they make no sound
 In that hour, if you're on the coast
 And the waves nip at your heels like a dog
 Pull me closer
 It's past the time of the dinner bell
 Before the shine of Orion's belt
 The sky's still bluer than a bluebell
 Oh when I go, won't you throw my bones to the fish
 And weigh my body down with sticks and stones
 Bury me now in the old graveyard where all my friends are
 Beneath the heather on the high hillside
 Death is a lonely bride
 In the magic hour, when the moonlight gleams
 And the sky's the kind of gray that you've never seen
 Till you've seen it
 Run down to the Virgin Mary's bank
 Where our mothers cried and our drank
 They all just tried to see just where this sank
 In that hour, if you listen hard
 You can hear my granddaddy singing far away
 Like an evening star
 Songs in an old island, songs bout being young again
 I wish I was young again
 Oh when I go, won't you throw my bones to the fish
 And weigh my body down with sticks and stones
 Bury me now in the old graveyard where all my friends are
 Beneath the heather on the high hillside
 Death is a lonely bride