Miracles of Nature - Christy Moore

I took a rocky road up Croagh Patrick

And a mossy path up Sliabh Gallion Braes

And I plunged in the deep at Brandon Creek

And slept in a glade beyond Dún Maebh

All alone along the Wicklow Way Peace and solitude I found

When I reached the slopes of Mullaghmore

I could have sworn that was the holy ground

Minister, minister

Pause for reflection

As you fly by helicopter

In pursuit of re-election

An obsession with affairs of State

And legislature

Leaves little time for us to share

In the miracles of Nature

Like the fairy foxglove

And the rusty-back fern at Poll Na Gollum

The silver cranesbill

And columbine at Caher Connell

The juniper at Bellharbour

The wintergreen around Slaibh Carron

These miracles of nature

Surviving in the crevices of the Burren

There’s gonna be sewerage schemes

And septic tanks, tarmac and concrete mixers

And rumours circling Co. Clare

Promising lots of nixers

And car parks to be levelled

Infills and elevations

And when the dust is settled

A handful of jobs and relations

Nature took two million years

To sculpture Mullaghmore

Carved from the ancient rock

By the freezing ice and snow

As the sun shines down on the mountain

At the broad Atlantic ocean

You can hear the small birds singing

On the Burren round Mullaghmore