Isle of Malachy - Muireann Nic Amhlaoibh

I am high upon a mountain

When morning calls around it

Where I was all with my love

Birds fly upon the wing

There horses go a-riding

And messengers bring tidings

And everday they sail away

Like the sun beneath the sea

Search where no ships are sailing

No sound of hearts breaking

Or down in deepest Africa

No one will find him there

But down the sounds of evening

In days of my love leaving

You will hear the dance rise all around

The Isle of Malachy

Now waves of stars are breaking

They lie on shores of evening

They burn at my eyes dreaming

Of a fire to melt the sea

I will say a prayer forever

I will go with light and thunder

And tell each soul and stranger

The tale and history

Search where no ships are sailing

No sound of hearts breaking

Or down in deepest Africa

No one will find him there

But down the sounds of evening

In days of my love leaving

You will see the fire rise all around

The Isle of Malachy