Grace

A tragic story told through one of the most poignant love songs. A love in the midst of the terrible events of the Easter Rising in Dublin in 1916, which paved the way for Irish independence.

As we gathered in the chapel here in old Kilmainham Gaol
I think about these past few weeks, oh, will they say we′ve failed?
From our school days, they have told us we must yearn for liberty
Yet, all I want in this dark place is to have you here with me

Oh, Grace, just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger
They'll take me out at dawn and I will die
With all my love, I place this wedding ring upon your finger
There won′t be time to share our love for we must say goodbye

Now, I know it's hard for you, my love, to ever understand
The love I bear for these brave men, my love for this dear land
But when Padraig called me to his side down in the G.P.O.
I had to leave my own sick bed, to him I had to go

Now, as the dawn is breaking, my heart is breaking, too
On this May morn′, as I walk out, my thoughts will be of you
And I'll write some words upon the wall so everyone will know
I loved so much that I could see his blood upon the rose

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