On one of Kerry’s fine bright days
I went among the stones to pray
And tarry with the ones who lay
Asleep in Aghadoe

The wind from off “The Reeks” did blow
And mingled with the birdsong so
That keening as of long ago
Was heard in Aghadoe

A muffled song came from the deep
So I wandered to the hole to seek
The bidding of the one who keeps
The graves of Aghadoe

Skin shimmering in the morning sun
He told the stories of many a one
He’d lain to rest, their journey done
Here in Aghadoe

He spoke of youth, when he’d come here
To bury his wife thru burning tears
But he could not leave her all these years
Alone in Aghadoe

So since that day, it’s here he stays
To work with love his silver spade
And sing to those he gently lays
To rest in Aghadoe

No bitterness or anger found
Where he stood there in holy ground
But his tenderness it did surround
The souls of Aghadoe

For those who come to this “thin place”
Who hear his voice and see his face
You’ll understand his loving embrace
Of the earth here in Aghadoe

Now when my time has come to leave
This world of sorrow, do not grieve
For there is one who’ll sing with me
On the hill in Aghadoe