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