Friday Town - The Saw Doctors

I wound around, down through Friday Town

Where the road winds like a serpent on the ground

I climbed the hill, free-wheeled past the gate

Of the graveyard of the Heroes of the State

Cahernaheena and Cave Hill

Ballintleva and Bthar na Coill

Cloonascragh, Carragh

Mossfort, Beaghmore

Round every turn the soul is passed

Into the next world from the last

From somewhere we’ll never be again

I see the street left behind by two young men

One returns, one’s never seen again

At the house, you can hear the minstrels sing

Melodies borne across the fields on fairy wings

Cahernaheena and Cave Hill

Ballintleva and Bthar na Coill

Cloonascragh, Carragh

Mossfort, Beaghmore

Round every turn the soul is passed

Into the next world from the last

From somewhere we’ll never be again

Cahernaheena and Cave Hill

Ballintleva and Bthar na Coill

Cloonascragh, Carragh

Mossfort, Beaghmore

I’m surrounded by the old

Stories left untold

Some things change

Some things will remain

Cahernaheena…