Going down the glen yesterday afternoon
The shadow cleared from the foot of the mountain
The dew lying on the top of the grass
All the world asleep
The shadow cleared from the foot of the mountain
No danger at all 'til morning

The mystery of this land
From generation to generation
A place like a dream vision in the fog
A quiet secret

The power of the trees there
Inspired the bards to their poetry
The stones that are blessed under the heavens

Down by Glendalough
In a well in a fort
The hospitality of Colmcille
Will be until Judgment Day

Going down the glen yesterday afternoon
The shadow cleared from the foot of the mountain
The dew lying on the top of the grass
All the world asleep
The shadow cleared from the foot of the mountain
The dew lying on the top of the grass
The shadow cleared from the foot of the mountain
No danger at all 'til morning

Going down the glen yesterday afternoon
The shadow cleared from the foot of the mountain
The dew lying on the top of the grass
All the world asleep
The shadow cleared from the foot of the mountain
No danger at all 'til morning

The shadow cleared from the foot of the mountain
No danger at all 'til morning...