The Trumpets of Tara

Trumpets of Tara (to the tune of 'High Germany'.)


I caught the ferry over to Ireland's emerald shores
Because I heard the Trumpets of Tara's ancient call.
I heard the Trumpets calling they call to one and all
All because of a motorway they're building at Tara Hall
All because of a motorway they're building at Tara Hall

A vigil camp is sited there which keeps a sacred flame
Remembering the warriors it burns there in their name
Lest the steel machinery erase their memories tall
And forgotten be Ireland's history and the Kings of Tara's Halls
And forgotten be Ireland's history and the Kings of Tara's Halls

And to this flickering flame come the warriors of this age
Challenging authorities but not in violent rage
Courageous to confront this cunning corrupt evil
That eats away at the memory of ancient Tara Hill
That eats away at the memory of ancient Tara Hill

I am an outsider I come from Albion
So there's no way thay I can preach about what's going on
I came when I heard the Trumpets and that is all I know
You shall not be forgotten noble Kings of Tara Hill
You shall not be forgotten noble Kings of Tara Hill

The graves of Soldier's Hills are by bulldozers opened wide
And nearby at Rath Lugh much older remains do lie
It's only dirt and stones one Irish security told
He's forgotten his land and his heritage to dig up Tara's Hills
He's forgotten his land and his heritage to build this flippin' road

Now the companies have millions and the folk have a few quid
With compulsary purchase the land is bought up quick
But for todays warriors there'd be a deathly still
Consigned to an oblivion the meaning of Tara Hill
Consigned to an oblivion the meaning of Tara Hill

The faerie folk of Finn McCool and the Tuadhe de Danaan
Are due to save old Ireland when they make their return
Seeing as they've been dug up here in the Gabhra Valley
We can be sure of victory remember Tara Hill!
We can be sure of victory remember Tara Hill!


The words to this song were written on top of Tara Hill in October 2007