The druid stones still stand down in the valley of the Boyne
Ten thousand years of history that stand on sacred soil
It’s a place that always calls me the further that I roam
I never can explain it; sends shivers through my bones
I’m heading to the valley
To stand on sacred soil
You said you’d like to join me
Even for a while, on that sacred soil
Now the valley is so powerful when you’re standing there alone
I could have sworn I heard the lonely pipers drone
Ten thousand years of history that stand on sacred soil
It’s a place that always calls me, the valley of the Boyne
I’m heading to the valley
To stand on sacred soil
You said you’d like to join me
Even for a while, on that sacred soil
I’m heading to the valley to stand on sacred soil
And if you want to join me, you can do for a while
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