In the curragh and off we go

O'er to Scotland's shores we row

And build a chapel there

For the Stone.

Story tells of long ago

Jacob slept upon the Stone.

And dreamed of angels

Telling him of the future.

Brought to Ireland's Tara Hill

Where it was named Lia-Fail

Then, on to Iona, by MacEarca.

(Chorus)

Then the Scotland kings will reign

Wherever the Stone remains.

Then, the coronations will enthrone.

And through all who come and go

Let nonetake the power

Of the Stone.

So the telling tale unfolds

Of kings and queens

And days of old.

And those who would make claim

By agression.

Then the tyrant army came

And took the Stone away again.

They never knew the promise

Of succession.

Leaves are falling

Seasons calling

Time will wait

For the Stone.

Leaves are falling

Seasons calling

Time will wait

For the Stone.

(Repeat chorus twice)