Lady from Athina - Paddy Goes to Holyhead, Mark Patrick

Marsha

Was the girl from Letterkenny when I saw her

It was such a holy feast

She came

Walking down the foggy lane into the morning

Of a warm September day

Shirley, she lived down the way I met her in Tobago

She was such a sight to see

Brown skin

A bathing beauty with wild dreadlocks

And I loved her like the Lady from Athina

Mandy

I would walk a 1000 miles my soul is burned out

Since I left your house in France

I can′t

Find no sleep until the dawning need you so bad

You′re my living phantasy

Sorry

But I need to cross the ocean ′cause tomorrow

I will be in paradise

Tell me

I′m the greatest king of fools there′s only one girl

And that′s my Lady in Athina