At The Foot Of Knocknarea

At the foot of Knocknarea I pick up a stone
 To carry to the top with all my troubles
 I'll lay it on Maeve's cairn high upon that mound
 Stone upon hard stone I'll lay it down
 I have a man at home who wants more than I can give
 And a child who needs at least that much and better
 My heart is pulled tight, Maeve
 In this home that I have made
 At the foot of Knocknarea
 I hear a music play as great as any love
 I carry for my husband and my daughter
 It calls me from their reach, I look back with no ease
 Can they stay a while alone and leave me be?
 "No," says the voice that answers in my head
 It's the voice that has been droning on forever
 It's my mother's music, Maeve
 I sing with it always
 As I climb up Knocknarea
 And the wind, it does rage here on Knocknarea
 It's a rage that I've learned all too well
 I will speak the truth from now
 And show my young girl how
 For her voice depends on mine
 At the foot of Knocknarea I pick up a stone
 To carry to the top with all my troubles
 I'll lay it on Maeve's cairn high upon that mound
 Stone upon hard stone I'll lay it down
 At the foot of Knocknarea I pick up a stone