Emerald (Lynott, Downey, Gorham, Robertson). -------. . Down from the glen came the marching men. With their shields and their swords. To fight the fight they believed to be right.
She rolled into town with a noise nobody knows. A green light was makin' me blind, her two flashing eyes. No one was there who was as nervous as me. My vision came true, a cry my blood runs cold.