Marron's Glance Lyrics - Clifford T Ward

We are lost we are confounded 

We're some of us in despair 

Though we may not have the answers 

But for sure we know how we fare 

For us dreamers all do practice 

We only get one chance 

And God help those who stumble 

In front of Marron's glance. 

We are tryers if not believers 

And we all will have our day 

And for some it may come quickly 

And for others go the same way 

For he criticises all 

For all the world to see 

And to hell with Kevin Marron 

When he criticises me. 

With your name high on the hoardings 

And your dreams way up in lights 

An' we're conscious of the critic 

For the moving finger bites 

As he dishes out the venom 

Still we love him just the same 

But the devil take ya', Marron 

When your pen grows tired and tame.