Blarney Castle - The Stone and the Gardens

In the evening over Blarney Castle,
Where the old stones hold the rain,
The gardens breathe in golden light,
And the tower wakes again.

North-west of Cork the fields grow quiet,
Where green paths climb the hill,
A MacCarthy tower of weathered stone
Keeps its watch there still.

Built from the strength of older hands,
With battlements in the sky,
It stands above the garden walks
As years go passing by.

Not every tale needs thunder,
Not every stone must speak;
Some memories wait in silence
Where the moss is warm and deep.

Blarney Castle, stone and garden green,
Old tower in the evening,
Quiet as a dream.
Blarney Castle, through the leaves and rain,
The castle keeps a softer song
And calls the heart again.

High within the castle wall,
The famous stone is known;
They say it lends a silver tongue
To those who meet the stone.

But long before the stories grew,
Before the crowds would come,
The tower held the wind and light,
The fields, the road, the sun.

Blarney Castle, stone and garden green,
Old tower in the evening,
Quiet as a dream.
Blarney Castle, through the leaves and rain,
The castle keeps a softer song
And calls the heart again.

Through fern and flower the pathways turn,
Past walls of living green,
Where old trees lean above the grass
And hold the years between.

Blarney House beyond the lawns,
The castle near the sky,
One place of stone and garden breath
Where Cork's old roads pass by.

Let legend stay a legend,
Let history stand clear;
The truest songs are patient
With the names that gathered here.

For every hand that shaped the wall,
For every step through rain,
The castle keeps its local memory
In stone and leaf again.

So walk the garden softly,
Let the tower fill your eyes,
Let the quiet paths remember
What the louder world forgets.

For Blarney Castle is more than one old story,
More than words the travellers tell;
It is stone and green and waiting light,
Where time has learned to dwell.

Blarney Castle, stone and garden green,
Old tower in the evening,
Quiet as a dream.
Blarney Castle, through the leaves and rain,
The castle keeps a softer song
And calls the heart again.

Blarney Castle, under Cork's soft sky,
Stone and gardens holding
All the years gone by.

Stone and garden, leaf and rain,
Blarney Castle, call us home again.
Stone and garden, tower and tree,
Keep the old song quietly.

By the stone and the gardens,
Blarney Castle keeps the song.