[Verse]
Your mysteries lay hidden in stones that can't speak,
Through time all your wondrous knowledge we seek,
Be tomb or ye temple we'd like to know why,
On mid-winter's morning you seek light from the sky.

Your white quartz stones must have brightened the days,
When the sun it shone down and reflected its rays,
You refuse us a key or some Rosetta Stone,
We gaze on just Circles and Motifs and Bone.

[Chorus]
Sing away Brú Na Bóinne on the Banks of the Boyne,
For the love for your glory would not yield to time,
Glory, oh, to the men and the women laid to rest,
Who brought greatness to Ireland, the Isle of the Blessed.

[Verse]
From your pillars of grandeur and the answer is sought,
When the tombs of the Pharaohs were only a thought,
Irish folk in their labour looked up from the Boyne,
To see standing a monument that would not yield to time.

Then the chieftains, the Na Fianna, the monks stopped to call,
All trample the hills onto Tara's Royal Halls,
And they watched on the Cradle of our art and design,
That inspired Irish artists much later in time.

[Chorus]
Sing away Brú Na Bóinne on the Banks of the Boyne,
For the love for your glory would not yield to time,
Glory, oh, to the men and the women laid to rest,
Who brought greatness to Ireland, the Isle of the Blessed.

[Verse]
For you're placed in a county still royal with its arms,
With a river of beauty with countless wild charms,
You stand there majestic and tower on the plain,
And your Passage of Wonder, a secret remains.

So be proud all of Erin of a history long gone,
That inspired generations of men later on,
Your age is your greatness and a testament still,
As you stand Brú Na Bóinne on a County Meath hill.

[Chorus]
Sing away Brú Na Bóinne on the Banks of the Boyne,
For the love for your glory would not yield to time,
Glory, oh, to the men and the women laid to rest,
Who brought greatness to Ireland, the Isle of the Blessed.