Saint Kevin walks down the path

See a sign for Lynhams Pub and Glendalough this way

He steps in with caution look around

The boys from Clara Lara just in from bailing hay



He seated in the corner sipping a drop of the black stuff

And whiskey they beckon him a cheers

In steps Tony Murphy and with a smile they tip a glass

He tells him of the years



They come from all the Nations to hear your story told

Like the fog that curls around the hills

Life and death they do behold

Your words still speak of promise

Forever they will flock

The valley, the tower, the church and the lakes

The vale of Glendalough



Young Murphy tells Kevin of the legends

Father Cronin always said an angel child was he

The truth is all written in Acta Santorum

Let's have another glass and I'll drink a pint with thee



We talked on into the night, the barman said it's time me lads

So we stepped out in the cold

In the moonlight as the rain was lashing down

They danced a merry jig with ghosts of old



They come from all the Nations to hear your story told

Like the fog that curls around the hills

Life and death they do behold

Your words still speak of promise

Forever they will flock

The valley, the tower, the church and the lakes

The vale of Glendalough



Oh what a sight, this valley is enchanted land

Oh what a dream, the people really care

Oh where am I? Give us a glass of the black stuff

We'll walk the misty road and say a prayer



Your words still speak of promise

Forever they will flock

The valley, the tower, the church and the lakes

The vale of Glendalough