Crosses

Oh, Your Lady of Grace on her motorcycle
Off the beaten track
Oh, Your Mhuire Gan Smal, little plaster idol
Bringing all believers back
All believers back

Ford these flowering stones, see the birthright for myself
Wreathed in rosary smoke, for protection, for my health
Sing that travelling song
And go back where I belong
In a wild direction
On the wrong side of the road

And I know how it began and where it ends
I can swerve around the wreckage on the bends
Slow down for the dark stretch where the river overflowed
And all the little crosses on the road

Sail past housing estates over chevrons like a drum
Shelters emptily wait for the traveller yet to come
It’s not like anything’s changed
It’s not like me to make strange
In a wild direction
On the wrong side of the road

And I know how it began and where it ends
I can swerve around the wreckage on the bends
Slow down for the dark stretch where the water overflowed
And all the little crosses on the road