Once the St . Lawrence seaway finally
gives up her dead we'll all know
Of the Spirit of Irelands demise
where the cold waters flow
A frieghters unforgiving steel hull
sent her quickly to the bottom
A few hundred souls went with her
all would be forgotten
Do the curtains of the steamer flow
softly in the deep darkness now
Does she still wave at me from
the railing ...oh I need to know
The freighter sailed on in the darkness
for the cargo she would sell
The passengers come second to
profit.....such the wicked spell
The children below and they're echoes
still ply the watery currents
And now the souls of the lost
become those of the icy St lawrence