Kippagh Mountain Lake

The skylark sing above the bracken hill That voice once heard one never can mistake And sunlight down the silent mountain steal And light the dark waters of Kippagh lake. The lake trout to the shallow waters swim They like to feel the warmth of the sun And tiny rill that has spring as it's source Down from the mountain through the bracken run. In centuries gone i heard old woman say The Gaelic bards to Kippagh mountain came And found the inspiration for their songs In land too wild and rough for man to tame. They sang their songs but never wrote them down And the bards have gone and with them died their fame And old culture gone and people have changed too But Kippagh mountain lake still look much the same. I know of a lake surrounded by high hills Where gaelic minstrel sang his final lay A place too high and wild for man to tame Beyond the seas thousands of miles away.