[D]High up on Ben[D7] Bulben and its[G] green grassy [Emslope
Where the[A] sheep are so peacefully[D] grazing,
[D]Alone
with my[D7] thoughts and my[G] youth's secret [Em]hopes,
'Neath the[A] clouds I'll be[A7] cheerfully[D] lazing.
[A]There
on that[A7] mountain a[D]lone I would go
While life[E] held its[E7] treasures be[A]fore me.
[D]Nature a[D7]round me
was[G] waking a[Em]new
And[A] care was as[A7] rare as the[D] moon when it's blue.
CHORUS: Ben[A] Bulben of[A7] Sligo, ma[D]jestic you stand
To[E] welcome me back from my[A] travels.,,[A7]
When I[D]
see the[D7] mountain, I[G] know I've come [Em]home,
For[A]ever and e[A7]ver no[d] more to roam.
Often at daybreak from my cottage I've seen
The sun rising over the mountain,
Reflecting the glories of Sligo and
me
And each blessing I'd surely be counting.
Oh, where in the world would the grass be so green
As the rainfall caressing?
Wild
geese go flying on Ben Bulben's heights,
Meeting the dawn with their morning flights. CHORUS
Land of the poet where Yeats gave us first,
He was raised in the County of Sligo.
Mem'ries more precious than coins
in the purse
I'll treasure forever where I go.
The sounds in the valley as the streams gently flow
As they wind their
was down to the sea,
And the wild mountain heather that blooms all year 'round
Will one day have a hearty welcome for
me.
