Days in the city tied to the iron trade begin before dawn Silent-faced beneath the hard hats and work-boots Pounding on the cobblestone As the long whistle sounds and the shifts begin to change And the three rivers form a point of reference For generations of Irish hearts Iron hands all by the back fence From the heights of Washington, Mary stands sentinel to the city [Chorus] Iron John swirls beer 'round the bottom of a tall gla**, Iron John's got a story And the nights on Oneida in the summertime They flicker quick light like the fireflies I chased down the cobblestone hills into the lights of Olympia To watch them fade in my hand though I tried hard to save them [Chorus] [Bridge] From the far away posting I'd watch the lights Swinging out on the helipads And dream of the lights from the nights I spent In my American city From his hands now he's trying harder and harder To build the things that I will remember And they don't fade away--not like fireflies Those nights on Oneida in the summertime Never Iron John I carry them everyday And I know the man who blessed me into this world And I'd like him to marry me to my girl In the big house on Oneida in the summertime