I sat and I thought of a man O'Carolan
Who played for kings and lords and ladies
To hear him play, oh must have been wondrous
To feel such music played at his command
And the people spoke of your mighty godly gift
Bestowed on you when you were a boy
To play the harp with your magical fingers
To compose such music that left no desire
And blind man O'Carolan where is your monument
Build it so high that the world it can see
All the people now have their music
Through a blind harpist that helped them to see
O'Carolan's concerto, was your tribute
You wrote it so people would remember your name
And the big hills the small hills, was your beauty
That conversation between two hills
And Carolan oh blind man, you wrote such masters
You showed the people, you found our hearts
And you gave our music a new beginning
And from the people it will never part
And blind man O'Carolan where is your monument
Build it so high that the world it can see
All the people now have their music
Through a blind harpist that helped them to see
Then a mighty man who's name was O'Riada
He wakened the people from out of their sleep
And O'Carolan's music, it was a part of him
A man I remembered a man I admired
And he spoke of you with great admiration
He played your music with grace and with style
And we'll remember you Sean O'Riada
We will remember you for a long while
And blind man O'Carolan he was your monument
He built it so high that the world it can see
And through O'Riada we can be thankful
He showed us a blind man, that's helped us to see