Who is standing before me?
Not the boy I used to see

The boy I knew, had Irish eyes
Filled with laughter, they told no lies

Micky boy, he once was known
Broken down from years on his own

Who is this stranger in front of me?
The boy I knew had soft curls and rosy cheeks  
This was not who he was supposed to be

The boy I knew, had Irish eyes
Watching his back his eyes are strained
His heart once pure, is now stained

Micky boy, where have you been?
I tried to shield you from this world of sin.

Who is this boy in front of me?
Lord, answer my prayers he still isn’t free

The boy I knew had Irish eyes
He used to stiffen his lip to hold in his cries

Those Irish eyes aren’t smiling now
Sold to the devil, he took a vow