He travailed and tried   Was he mixed up inside?   I don't know, nothing is certain      Against the storm   His heart beating and born   With a wild indestructible freedom      Oh, how he tried   Just about promised his life   Like a falling from grace but he knows somehow   Everything falters and the men who would fall   Will be grinning for fun   The day the North is won      Mike Murphy   Where did he go?   Mike Murphy   Bless his Irish soul   A lion heart in the sea-storm cold   Mike Murphy, and his tongue of gold      A daughter, a bride   Another knot tied   Why don't you come down for a whiskey?      Because there is no sky   Like the blue in your eye   And I swear he wanted to kiss me      But what if he died   With less than a few to survive   When the stone has no blood to abide   But pride keeps pushing the line   And we must choose sides      Nothing to borrow and little to gain   I'll see you tomorrow in the wild Irish rain   It seems we are always so close to the day   Yet so far away      Mike Murphy   Where did he go?   Mike Murphy   Bless his Irish soul   A lion heart in a sea-storm cold   Mike Murphy, and his tongue of gold      Mike Murphy   Or so we've been told