For six thousand years
The rain fell down from the filthy sky
For six thousand years
Men toiled, grew old, fell consumed and died
Tá súil agam go heiróimid
Níos eirimiúla tar éis an seanghalar seo
Táim i mo pháirt don pleann den tír, den domhan
And this plan would be without flaw, but
You see, you see
This land weren't built for you and me
The sky, the trees
Down from the summit to the sea
And we walked from cliff to cliff
Watched the waves fall, the sun slip
We looked upon the constellations
Carved in sky by the hand of the mason
And we hunted for design
Some artefact beyond the passage of time
We searched for faces in the rocks
Some kind of pattern we might recognize
We supped the brackish and skipped smoothest stones
The rain descended from the filthy skies
Our hope, our faith fell cold and fallow
Our feet resting in pools, thick, shallow
You see, you see, you see, you see
This land weren't built for you and me
You see, you see, you see, you see
This land weren't built for
Six thousand years
Ben Bulben sat beneath this rain
For six thousand years
Ben Bulben watched generations slain
Tá súil agam go bhfuil duine éigin eile
Ag féachaint ar Ben Bulben féin
For if not there is no enveloping purpose
To all of our toil and senseless pain
You see, you see
This land weren't built for you and me
The sky, the trees
Down from the summit to the sea
Ben Bulben, don't smile upon me
Ben Bulben, ag féachaint orainn inár luí
Ben Bulben, coated with gorse
Ben Bulben has no remorse
For six thousand million years
Ben Bulben watched us all alone
For six thousand million years
Ben Bulben watched us shatter upon smoothest stone
Tá súil agam... níos eirimiúla
Tar éis an seanghalar uafásach seo
For there's no one ever to reward us
For our toil and senseless pain, and
I know that there is no "we"
Upon Ben Bulben's impartial plains
I am alone: there is only me
And so I shall start again