Your mysteries lay hidden in stones that can't speak,
Thru' time all your wondrous knowledge we seek,
Be ye tomb or a temple we'd like to know why
On mid-winter's morning you seek light from the sky,
Your white quartz stones must have brightened the days
When the sun it shone down and reflected it's rays,
You refuse us a key or some Rosetta Stone,
We gaze on just Circles and Motifs and Bone
Chorus:
Sing away Bru/ na Bo/inne on the Banks of the Boyne,
Fal de da for your glory would not yield to time,
Glory o! to the men and the women laid to rest
Who brought greatness to Ireland, the Isle of the Blessed
From your pillars of grandeur and the answer is sought,
When the tombs of the Pharoahs were only a thought,
Irish folk in their labour looked up from the Boyne
To see standing a temple that would not yield to time
You saw Cheftains, Na Fianna and monks stopped to call
And they trampled the hills onto Tara's Royal Halls,
And they watched on the Cradle of our art and design
That inspired Irish artists much later in time
Chorus:
For you're set in a county still Royal with it's arms
With a river of beauty with countless wild charms
You stand there majestic and tower on the plain,
And your Passage of Wonder a secret remains
So be proud all of Ireland of a history long gone,
That inspired generations of men later on
Your age is your greatness and a testament still
As we look at Bru/ na Bo/inne on a Co Meath hill