Clifford T. Ward - Marron's Glance lyrics

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.