(Eleanor McEvoy)

Shake your beads out,

One by one

And call me Magdalene

It won’t grieve me

I understand

Where it is you’re coming from

Draw a curtain

Close your eyes

When history’s pages fail you.

I will not open up those history books

That’s not for me to do.

Precious little in your life

Is yours by right

And won without a fight

Precious little in your life

Is yours by right

And won without a fight.

Shadows call me,

In the wind

Some don’t go away

Angels guide me

From the clouds

In everything I do and say

Shake your beads out

Kneeling down

It will not pass me by

Two people coming from a different place

Maybe neither one is right.

Repeat CHORUS

Shake your beads out

Join your hands

That still won’t make you right

Those so-called sinners that you’re praying for

Are standing by your side

Repeat CHORUS