At the foot of Knocknarea I pick up a stone To carry to the top with all my troubles I'll lay it on Maeve's cairn high upon that mound Stone upon hard stone I'll lay it down I have a man at home who wants more than I can give And a child who needs at least that much and better My heart is pulled tight, Maeve In this home that I have made At the foot of Knocknarea I hear a music play as great as any love I carry for my husband and my daughter It calls me from their reach, I look back with no ease Can they stay a while alone and leave me be? "No," says the voice that answers in my head It's the voice that has been droning on forever It's my mother's music, Maeve I sing with it always As I climb up Knocknarea And the wind, it does rage here on Knocknarea It's a rage that I've learned all too well I will speak the truth from now And show my young girl how For her voice depends on mine At the foot of Knocknarea I pick up a stone To carry to the top with all my troubles I'll lay it on Maeve's cairn high upon that mound Stone upon hard stone I'll lay it down At the foot of Knocknarea I pick up a stone