Outside her window the fog was far soon
It hides half of Dublin, and touch the full moon
Up from the river it creeps
Carrying with it relentless disease
Three years ago it was Mary she lost
Seamus, and Tom were soon laid by a cross
Two little souls still in the night
This plea for salvation her nightmare refrain
Father don't let me be taken away
For the love of my children, don't let me I pray
The black river Shannon is surely to blame in the end
When the mist comes again
Gone is her husband, the prodigal king
Abandoned the family in favour of drink
And now she begs hand me down clothes
Charity bread dropped paid for the stove
Father don't let me be taken away
For the love of my children, don't let me I pray
The black river Shannon is surely to blame in the end
When the mist comes again
For all of the hardships that she's facing in life
The last thing she needs is the list every night
It clings like a funeral shroud
Muffles this prayer she cries right out loud
Father don't let me be taken away
For the love of my children, don't let me I pray
The black river Shannon is surely to blame in the end
When the mist comes again
When the mist comes again
When the mist comes again