In the curragh and off we go
O'er to Scotland's shores we row
And build a chapel there
For the Stone
Story tells of long ago
Jacob slept upon the Stone
And dreamed of angels
Telling him of the future
Brought to Ireland's Tara Hill
Where it was named Lia-Fail
Then, on to Iona, by MacEarca
(Chorus)
Then the Scotland kings will reign
Wherever the Stone remains
Then, the coronations will enthrone
And through all who come and go
Let nonetake the power
Of the Stone
So the telling tale unfolds
Of kings and queens
And days of old
And those who would make claim
By agression
Then the tyrant army came
And took the Stone away again
They never knew the promise
Of succession
Leaves are falling
Seasons calling
Time will wait
For the Stone
Leaves are falling
Seasons calling
Time will wait
For the Stone
(Repeat chorus twice)