At Benbulben

By mcscraic

Mon, 01 Jun 2015

At Benbulben

by Paul McCann

There’s a place In Sligo ,

I know where you can stand by the old fairy door ,

And see fine sight’s there like Mullaghmore

and the misty Bens over grassy glens that roll down to the shore .

There’s granite stones that stand on land

where you can hear the soft spoken word

of the people who are true and glory be ,

If your mind is set to where prayers are met

then say one for me at Benbulben .

At Benbulben say a prayer for me

See there's mysteries found on beads that are round .

in the hands of the old and the young ,

who have tightly clung to hymns that they’ve sung ..

and on this majestic sight in the light of visions bright

we can see the holy ground .

Theres a sound over the mountains peak

where the angels speak for those

who pray at Benbulben everyday

and you’re closer to God on paths never been trod by

pilgrims in flight or those who might find their way to Benbulben .

Prayers soar to the sky at Benbulben by you and I ,

From its depth to it's height God has cradled the glow

all around County Sligo , such beauty is rare .

You can never compare , all you can do is admire all you see

and fall on your knee and thank God

for that beautiful spot between the valleys and the lakes there ,

the shadows and shapes , wild flowers and lakes

and the sun and the snow that passes over the beautiful rock

at Benbulben .