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