Your (D)mysteries lay (Bm)hidden in (D)stones that can't
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.
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,
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
Irish (Bm)artists - much (G)later in (D)time.
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,
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.
(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