Christy Moore - Mullaghmore lyrics

I heard an angry voice behind a drystone wall At a beauty spot on out by Carron; "Go on, Get back to Dublin You hippies don't belong here Traipsin' round the Burren Never spendin' very long here. " And the only thing That I could think to say was; We all belong here This is our native shore While I'm here I'd love to sing A song in praise of Mullaghmore I took a rocky road up Croagh Patrick And a mossy path up Sliabh Gallion Braes And I plunged in the deep at Brandon Creek And slept in a glade beyond Dъn Maebh All alone along the Wicklow Way Peace and solitude I found When I reached the slopes of Mullaghmore I could have sworn that was the holy ground Minister, minister Pause for reflection As you fly by helicopter In pursuit of re-election An obsession with affairs of State And legislature Leaves little time for us to share In the miracles of Nature Like the fairy foxglove And the rusty-back fern at Poll Na Gollum The silver cranesbill And columbine at Caher Connell The juniper at Bellharbour The wintergreen around Slaibh Carron These miracles of nature Surviving in the crevices of the Burren There's gonna be sewerage schemes And septic tanks, tarmac and concrete mixers And rumours circling Co. Clare Promising lots of nixers* And car parks to be levelled Infills and elevations And when the dust is settled A handful of jobs and relations Nature took two million years To sculpture Mullaghmore Carved from the ancient rock By the freezing ice and snow As the sun shines down on the mountain At the broad Atlantic ocean You can hear the small birds singing On the Burren round Mullaghmore