Les Lacs Du Connemara

Wind-scorched earth, moors of stones
Around the lakes, it's a bit of hell for the living
Connemara
Dark clouds
Who come from the north color the earth
Lakes, rivers
This is the setting of Connemara

The following spring the Irish skies were at peace
Maureen dives naked into a Connemara lake
Sean Kelly thought: I'm Catholic, so is Maureen!
Limerick Granite Church
Maureen said yes
From Tipperary, Barry-Connely and Galway
They arrived in the county of Connemara
There were the Connors, the O'Connollys, the Flahertys of the Ring of Kerry
And enough to drink for three days and two nights

Over there in Connemara
We know the price of silence
Over there in Connemara
They say life is madness
And that madness can be danced

Wind-scorched earth, moors of stones
Around the lakes, it's a bit of hell for the living
Connemara
Dark clouds
Who come from the north
Color the earth, the lakes, the rivers
This is the scenery of Connemara

We still live there
In the time of Gaels and Cromwell
To the rhythm of rain and sun
At the horse's pace
We still believe in it
To the lake monsters that we see swimming
Some summer evenings
And dive back in for eternity
We can still see there
Men from elsewhere came to look for
Rest for the soul and for the heart
A taste of better
We still believe in it
That the day will come, it is very near
Where the Irish will make peace around the Cross

Over there in Connemara
We know the full price of war
Over there in Connemara
We do not accept
The Peace of the Welsh
Nor that of the kings of England