(Verse 1)
The mist rolls heavy on the Galway shore,
Where the ancient kings walk the earth once more.
Through the heather and stone, a whisper in the wind,
Of a time before the ages of men begin.
They say the shores are watched by a beast of the deep,
While the lords of the highlands slumber and sleep.
(Chorus)
Oh, sing to the mountains, sing to the sea,
Sing to the spirits in the hollow tree!
With a fiddle of silver and a drum of gold,
We'll dance to the legends that the old ones told.
Raise up your voices and let the fire burn bright,
For the magic awakens in the pale moonlight.
(Verse 2)
There’s a maiden who weeps by the river’s bend,
For a love she lost at the world’s far end.
And the pooka rides wild through the darkening night,
While the faerie rings glow with an emerald light.
If you hear the sweet harp playing soft in the glen,
Turn around, traveler, and go home again.
(Chorus)
Oh, sing to the mountains, sing to the sea,
Sing to the spirits in the hollow tree!
With a fiddle of silver and a drum of gold,
We'll dance to the legends that the old ones told.
Raise up your voices and let the fire burn bright,
For the magic awakens in the pale moonlight.
(Bridge)
Raise a glass to the heroes who crossed the wild wave,
To the forgotten battles and the souls of the brave.
For the magic still breathes in the damp, heavy sod,
In the shadow of the hills where the giants once trod.
(Chorus)
Oh, sing to the mountains, sing to the sea,
Sing to the spirits in the hollow tree!
With a fiddle of silver and a drum of gold,
We'll dance to the legends that the old ones told.
Raise up your voices and let the fire burn bright,
For the magic awakens in the pale moonlight.
(Outro)
Let the fire burn low, let the shadows grow tall,
As the winter wind answers the raven's call.
Aye, the magic still breathes in the emerald sod...
Where the ancient kings walk, and the old ones trod.
