Heading To The Valley Poem by Kris Whelan (1971)

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