I am high upon a mountain When morning calls around it Where I was all with my love Birds fly upon the wing There horses go a-riding And messengers bring tidings And everday they sail away Like the sun beneath the sea Search where no ships are sailing No sound of hearts breaking Or down in deepest Africa No one will find him there But down the sounds of evening In days of my love leaving You will hear the dance rise all around The Isle of Malachy Now waves of stars are breaking They lie on shores of evening They burn at my eyes dreaming Of a fire to melt the sea I will say a prayer forever I will go with light and thunder And tell each soul and stranger The tale and history Search where no ships are sailing No sound of hearts breaking Or down in deepest Africa No one will find him there But down the sounds of evening In days of my love leaving You will see the fire rise all around The Isle of Malachy