'The Megalithic Road' Ireland Tour Song | Megalithomania

Twenty-seven souls in a road running west Rain on the windows, stones doing the rest Cameron has us moving through mist soft and low Nobody quite knows where the centuries go Barry's tea and sausages, books passed hand to hand Through fuchsia, fern and blackberry, across the soaking land JJ knows the lore, Hugh is talking giant's merry time We stop the bus, we're wanting one side more Moss upon the stonework, soft rain in the lane Every hill's been watching us since long before its name Round another corner, older than we know There's always one more cairn ahead on the megalithic road Oh, the megalithomaniac road, through the rain and the green we go Circles on the hillside, ancient chambers down below Sea cliffs, cairns and standing stones, five thousand years of stories told Twenty-seven muddy travellers on the megalithic road Wedge toms, comms and passage toms Wedge toms, cart toms, portal toms and passage toms Glen is the counter, how many heads was that? Ryan is the poet, catching moments as we pass Bill's the world traveller, he's seen a thing or two Cope's the snowboarder who ponders the shadows' weights Stephen ponders consciousness, naturally he would While somebody is disappearing to examine one more wood Kevin keeps on kevening, one purpose in his head Where in Ireland is the black pudding? Breakfast quest ahead Then somewhere down in Limerick, of all the bloody places Black pudding, vindication written plainly on our faces Splendid vegetable soup, Guinness after dark Every table starts a story, every stop leaves its mark Round another corner, older than we know There's always one more dolmen on the megalithic road On the megalithic road, through the rain and the green we go Circles on the hillside, ancient chambers down below Sea cliffs, cairns and standing stones, five thousand years of stories told Twenty-seven muddy travellers on a megalithic road Smooth Atlantic water, dolphins off the bow Gannets turning silver where the great rocks split the clouds Walking ancient circles, ducking through a dolmen door Hands against the cold stone, wondering who stood here before Gentle rain around us, everything alive Fern and moss and shining grass, where older worlds survive Nobody needs sunshine, give us mist along the road Give us one more half-seen monument where the Irish weather rolls Somebody's counting, somebody writes Somebody's measuring shadows and wondering what they weigh tonight Someone asks of consciousness, someone wants the date Someone's standing in a field, arguing if the cairn came late Anthony says look, JJ says see Hugh's got another giant, waiting somewhere up the lee Carmen gets us moving, the whole bus starts to load And off we go again, down the megalithomaniac road Wedge toms! Court toms! Portal toms and passage toms Wedge toms! Court toms! Portal toms and passage toms Whiskey shots! Oh the megalithic road, through the rain and green we go Five thousand years behind us, another site to go Paris, tea and muddy fields, guinness stones and stories told Twenty-seven souls who found each other on the megalithic road Oh the megalithic road, let the soft rain fall We came to see the ancient stones and somehow found us all So how many heads was that?