In the curragh and off we go O'er to Scotland's shores we row And build a chapel there For the Stone. Story tells of long ago Jacob slept upon the Stone. And dreamed of angels Telling him of the future. Brought to Ireland's Tara Hill Where it was named Lia-Fail Then, on to Iona, by MacEarca. (Chorus) Then the Scotland kings will reign Wherever the Stone remains. Then, the coronations will enthrone. And through all who come and go Let nonetake the power Of the Stone. So the telling tale unfolds Of kings and queens And days of old. And those who would make claim By agression. Then the tyrant army came And took the Stone away again. They never knew the promise Of succession. Leaves are falling Seasons calling Time will wait For the Stone. Leaves are falling Seasons calling Time will wait For the Stone. (Repeat chorus twice)