Isle of Malachy

I am high upon a mountain
 When morning calls around it
 Where I was all with my love
 Birds fly upon the wing
 There horses go a-riding
 And messengers bring tidings
 And everday they sail away
 Like the sun beneath the sea
 Search where no ships are sailing
 No sound of hearts breaking
 Or down in deepest Africa
 No one will find him there
 But down the sounds of evening
 In days of my love leaving
 You will hear the dance rise all around
 The Isle of Malachy
 Now waves of stars are breaking
 They lie on shores of evening
 They burn at my eyes dreaming
 Of a fire to melt the sea
 I will say a prayer forever
 I will go with light and thunder
 And tell each soul and stranger
 The tale and history
 Search where no ships are sailing
 No sound of hearts breaking
 Or down in deepest Africa
 No one will find him there
 But down the sounds of evening
 In days of my love leaving
 You will see the fire rise all around
 The Isle of Malachy