Your mysteries lay hidden in
Stones that can't speak
Thru' time all your wondrous
Knowledge we seek
Be ye tomb or a temple we'd like to know why
On mid-winter's morning you seek
Light from the sky
Your white quartz stones must
Have brightened the days
When the sun it shone down
And reflected it's rays
You refuse us a key or some Rosetta Stone
We gaze on just Circles and Motifs and Bone

Sing away Bru na Bo
Inne on the Banks of the Boyne
Fal de da for your glory
Would not yield to time
Glory o! to the men and
The women laid to rest
Who brought greatness to Ireland
The Isle of the Blessed

From your pillars of grandeur and
The answer is sought
When the tombs of the Pharoahs
Were only a thought

Irish folk in their labour looked
Up from the Boyne
To see standing a temple that
Would not yield to time you saw Cheftains
Na Fianna and monks stopped to call
And they trampled the hills
Onto Tara's Royal Halls
And they watched on the Cradle
Of our art and design
That inspired Irish artists much
Later in time

For you're set in a county
Still Royal with it's arms
With a river of beauty
With countless wild charms
You stand there majestic and
Tower on the plain
And your Passage of Wonder a secret remains
So be proud all of Ireland
Of a history long gone
That inspired generations of men later on
Your age is your greatness
And a testament still as we look at Bru
Na Bo inne on a Co meath hill