I wound around, down through Friday Town
Where the road winds like a serpent on the ground
I climbed the hill, free-wheeled past the gate
Of the graveyard of the Heroes of the State

Cahernaheena and Cave Hill
Ballintleva and Bуthar na Coill
Cloonascragh, Carragh
Mossfort, Beaghmore
Round every turn the soul is passed
Into the next world from the last
From somewhere we'll never be again

I see the street left behind by two young men
One returns, one's never seen again
At the house, you can hear the minstrels sing
Melodies borne across the fields on fairy wings

Cahernaheena and Cave Hill
Ballintleva and Bуthar na Coill
Cloonascragh, Carragh
Mossfort, Beaghmore
Round every turn the soul is passed
Into the next world from the last
From somewhere we'll never be again
Cahernaheena and Cave Hill
Ballintleva and Bуthar na Coill
Cloonascragh, Carragh
Mossfort, Beaghmore
I'm surrounded by the old
Stories left untold
Some things change
Some things will remain

Cahernaheena...