Lyrics

There once was a blacksmith
He lived by the water
He married a beauty
She bore him a daughter
She grew up as fair as a sweet summer’s day
And to all she was known as Amanda McRae

So rare was her beauty
And the blue of her eyes
That men came to court her
From towns far and wide
Great lords and nobles
One and all turned away
No man could have the heart of Amanda McRae

Father forge me a blade of silver and steel
Come bridle my steed
I will fly across the fields
No passion shall piece this armor of mine
I will never love again

On a fine sable stallion
Amanda would ride
She carried her grief
And a sword by her side
And the wounds from a lover
Or a thief, some would say
Who robbed and broke the heart of Amanda McRae

Father forge me a blade of silver and steel
Come bridle my steed
I will fly across the fields
No passion shall piece this armor of mine
I will never love again

In the green fields of Kerry
Or the mountains of Clare
She may yet be flying
With the wind in her hair
And if peace ever found her
This tale does not say
But let us drink a toast to Amanda McRaw
To the beauty and the blade of Amanda McRae

Father forge me a blade of silver and steel
Come bridle my steed
I will fly across the fields
No passion shall piece this armor of mine
I will never love again