Cry Of the Mountain (For The Burren Action Group)
Lyrics
and Music: Tim Dennehy
Guitar, Mandocello and Keyboards: Garry O'Briain
Whistle: Tommy Keane
Viola and Fiddle: Jesse Smith
Cello: Liz Johnston
I
wrote this song having spent some time on Mullaghmore Mountain in the beautiful
Burren, County Clare. P. J. Curtis' poem, 'The Sound of Stone' says it all:
Come a little closer and feel the pulse of this perfumed earth
And the heartbeat of these ancient stones.
Stand in the silence and listen to the music that floats on the still air,
It is the sound of the stones singing.
O
wild pulse of beauty and famed ancient rooms!
Where the cranesbill and sandworth and spring gentian blooms
And the whitethroat and wheatear their migrant song bear
And the pocaire gaoithe is king of the air.
In
the years when I laboured neath an alien sky,
Like a lover your absence brought tears to my eyes.
When the lowered sky and people and walls fenced me in,
The breath of your spirit released me again.
And
fond thoughts bridged my mountain in The Burren so fair
And I breathed again in your sweet and fragrant air.
I bathed in silence, your wildness embraced
And felt your spirit seep through me in your holy place.
But
of late I've been wakened from a turbulent sleep
As the roar of the diggers did trundle and creep
O'er your rare rugged beauty and ancient retreat,
Erasing the Songlines of our ancestors' feet.
And
a gentle voice whispered, "Don't enslave what is free
And do not lay claim to the rock, the hill or the sea.
Let love, care and reason be your guiding hand
For lonely is the stranger in his own land."
Oh
heed the cry of the mountain; fear Gaia's deep wrath.
Do not package our soul and parade it in cloth.
Let our children interpret their world from within
As they tread o'er your wild open spaces again.
And
let them go to their mountain in The Burren so fair.
Let them breathe once again in your sweet and your fragrant air.
Let them bathe in your silence and your wildness embrace
And feel your spirit seep through them in your holy place.
pocaire gaoithe = Kestrel