John Joe Reilly Lisa O'Neill

On the morning I was born
John Joe Reilly killed a bird with a stone
Not a goose, or a hen
John Joe Reilly killed a wren
John Joe Reilly killed a wren

Twenty one, the longest night in winter
When the sun is deepest in her slumber
Follow me around the moon
Meet me on the twenty-first of June
Meet me on the twenty-first of June

Marry me ‘neath the king of the trees
Below the oak Joe Rеilly spoke to me
I was then still green and thin
My daddy huntеd him
My daddy hunted him

Now in the sea, there lives a million fishes
And in the sky, there lives a million wishes
One of mine
Is that someday someone’d name a horse Seabiscuit
Me and I, we’d ride into the mystic
Me and I, we’d ride into the mystic

I’d followed him into the tree
I gave my heart and all of me
Don’t tell a soul, John Joe, where’d you been
Or a soul that I have sinned
Or a soul that I have sinned