She was sixteen handy with a needle and thread She danced to the beatles in '65 He was dark and handsome maybe seventeen They made love one night one breath to be Singin' lovely love lil' dark-eyed darlin' Lovely be for the mission baby Now no one knows the sound of submission When the family whispers down to the mission Too young too poor too free to keep her And the reckonin' cries and times grow older Mountains of the mourne to the appalachian sisters The roots run deep for the mission baby Now God only knows who's right or wrong When you're breakin' a heart or keepin' the law