Come to this place where I lay
See the beauty of the bay
Feel the peace, the solitude
On this mountainside by the old oak wood.
Read the names, the dates and times
Of those before who made the climb
Past the river where fairies bathed
Up by the green where fiddlers played.
I am a rock – I stand alone
A symbol to those far from home
Touch my side – write down your name
I’ll hold it here on stone
Of the day you came …
I know you’ll come forever more
The young and old – up from the shore
I offer those who make the climb
Their names on stone till the end of time
Those who never return home
Whose names are written here on stone
Know the place where I lie
They’ll hold it dear until they die!