The poetry that evolved into “Mountain Song” was inspired by a number of things . . . The sight of Errigal, the quiet presence of the Cavehill or the mystical bump that is Slemish. The trees that look as if they are trying to catch your attention by waving their arms. A small bell tower, near St. Malachy’s in Belfast, filled with the singing and chatter of starlings. Dancing starlings, in the sky outside Belfast’s Central Station in October, every year, swooping over the Lagan.
Here are the words and a link to the audio file. The images were taken at Beltaney Stone Circle, Raphoe, Co. Donegal and Lagan Meadows, Belfast.
MOUNTAIN SONG.
https://soundcloud.com/randall-stephen-hall/mountain-song-5-6-14
There’s a mountain over there
And she’s towering over me.
All her rocks are going up
Climbing high as I can see.
And she doesn’t stop right there
She continues through the clouds.
Like a beacon to the world
She is singing right out loud.
Chorus. Yay. Hey-ee-ay Yay he-ay-oh Yay-hay-ee-ay Yay-ee-ay-oh.
There’s a tree out in the fields.
And he stops to turn his head.
He hears her mountain song
Hears the words that she has said.
So he sings it to the birds
From the branches they do fly.
From the wing onto the wind
Take the message It’s alive.
Mother, Mother Nature
Tell your story strong.
Ancient ancient teachings
It’s coming, won’t be long.
Spread, oh spread the word
It’s coming, breaking through.
Something that is different
Something that is new.
To the city they are drawn
To the river they do roam.
To dance up in the sky
For the people looking on.
Oh the message there is clear
Dancing up upon the blue.
The mountain she is calling
She is calling out to you.
Chorus
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