The skylark sing above the bracken hill
That voice once heard one never can mistake
And sunlight down the silent mountain steal
And light the dark waters of Kippagh lake.
The lake trout to the shallow waters swim
They like to feel the warmth of the sun
And tiny rill that has spring as it’s source
Down from the mountain through the bracken run.
In centuries gone i heard old woman say
The Gaelic bards to Kippagh mountain came
And found the inspiration for their songs
In land too wild and [read more …] “Kippagh Mountain Lake”