Her hair is like silver, her eyes are like gold She's never been young and she'll never grow old She lives by the Shannon, the Liffey and the Lee The sweet, swift, elusive Bean Na Shi She rides a red roan when the moon winds are blowin' Glides like a zephyr and sings like a harp Beware of her anger, as sharp as a dagger Splintering icicles into your heart Bean Na Shi - my living fairytale Bean Na Shi - my dream will never end She lives in a bower, surrounded by flowers Guarded around by wild bramble trees I'm anxious to find her as I want to remind her Of promise she made to me when I was three Her name could be Aine, Blahin or Grainne Nobody knows what her real name might be But I'll take a gamble and brave the wild brambles To come face-to-face with the Bean Na Shi