Your (D)mysteries lay (Bm)hidden in (D)stones that can't (A)speak,
Thru' (G)time all your (F#m)wondrous knowledge we (Bm)seek,
Be ye (G)tomb or a (D)temple we'd (Bm)like to know (A)why
On (D)mid-winter's (Bm)morning - you (G)seek light from the (D)sky,
Your (Bm)white quartz (G)stones must have
(D)brightened the (A)days
When (G)the sun it shone
(F#m)down and reflected its (Bm)rays,
You
re(D)fuse us a key - or (G)some Rosetta (D)Stone,
We gaze on just (Bm)Circles - on your (G)Motifs and (D)Bones.
Chorus
Sing
a(D)way Brú na (Bm)Bóinne on the (D)Banks of the (A)Boyne,
Fal de (G)da for your
(F#m)glory would not yield to (Bm)time,
Glory (G)o! to the (D)men and the (Bm)women laid to (A)rest
Who brought (D)greatness to (Bm)Ireland - the (G)Isle of the (D)blessed.
From your (D)pillars of
(Bm)grandeur and the (D)answer is (A)sought,
When
the (G)tombs of the (F#m)Pharoahs were only a (Bm)thought,
Irish (G)folk in their (D)labour looked (Bm)up from the (A)Boyne
To see (D)standing a (Bm)monument - that would (G)not yield to (D)time.
You saw (Bm)Chieftains, Na (G)Fianna and (D)monks stopped to (A)call
And they (G)trampled the (F#m)hills onto
Tara's Royal (Bm)Halls,
And they (D)watched on
the Cradle - of (G)our art and de(D)sign
That
inspired Irish (Bm)artists - much (G)later in (D)time.
Chorus
For you're (D)placed in a (Bm)county still (D)royal
with its (A)arms
With a (G)river of (F#m)beauty
with countless wild (Bm)charms.
You
(G)stand there ma(D)jestic and (Bm)tower on the (A)plain,
And your (D)passage of (Bm)wonder - a (G)secret re(D)mains.
So be (Bm)proud all of (G)Erin of a (D)history long (A)gone,
That in(G)spired gene(F#m)rations of men later (Bm)on.
Your (D)age is your greatness - and a (G)testament (D)still
As we look at (Bm)Brú na Bóinne
- on a (G)County Meath (D)hill
