St Kevin's Way - Pilgrim Path

Road of stone, road of rain,
Over Wicklow hills again,
From Hollywood to Glendalough,
The old path carries the name.

From Hollywood the way begins,
Where black posts mark the line,
Yellow pilgrims on the road,
Through fields and forest shine.

Minor roads and pasture tracks,
Boardwalks over bogland grey,
Steps go softly through the hills,
Along St Kevin's Way.

At Ballinagee the paths are joined,
From Valleymount they meet,
And Wicklow Gap lifts up the sky
Beneath the walker's feet.

St Kevin's Way, St Kevin's Way,
Over hill and stone,
Where pilgrims walked to Glendalough,
And prayer became a road.

St Kevin's Way, St Kevin's Way,
Through Wicklow wind and rain,
Ireland keeps the pilgrim path,
And sings the road again.

Old flagstones still can be seen,
In places on the climb,
A broken line of ancient steps,
Still carrying medieval time.

Through open hill and forest shade,
By gate and field and stream,
The road remembers every foot
That walked toward Kevin's dream.

St Kevin's Way, St Kevin's Way,
Over hill and stone,
Where pilgrims walked to Glendalough,
And prayer became a road.

St Kevin's Way, St Kevin's Way,
Through Wicklow wind and rain,
Ireland keeps the pilgrim path,
And sings the road again.

Down beside the Glendasan River,
The valley opens wide,
The round tower waits in Glendalough,
With the lakes on either side.

Old churches stand in mountain air,
Old crosses face the sky,
And stones that heard the pilgrim psalms
Still let the years pass by.

From mountain pass to monastic stone,
The road begins to bend,
Through green and rain and quiet hills,
To Kevin's valley end.

St Kevin's Way, St Kevin's Way,
Over hill and stone,
Where pilgrims walked to Glendalough,
And prayer became a road.

St Kevin's Way, St Kevin's Way,
Through Wicklow wind and rain,
Ireland keeps the pilgrim path,
And sings the road again.

Some come as walkers, some as pilgrims,
Some for history, some for peace,
Some with passports, stamps and stories,
Some who simply need release.

Not every journey has to hurry,
Not every road is made for speed,
Some paths are slow enough for silence,
Some hills know what hearts may need.

So keep the markers, keep the gates,
The fields, the stones, the rain,
The quiet kindness of the land
That lets the path remain.

For every step toward Glendalough,
Through Wicklow's changing light,
Becomes a song of road and prayer,
A small and faithful light.

St Kevin's Way, St Kevin's Way,
Over hill and stone,
Where pilgrims walked to Glendalough,
And prayer became a road.

St Kevin's Way, St Kevin's Way,
Through Wicklow wind and rain,
Ireland keeps the pilgrim path,
And sings the road again.

From Hollywood to Glendalough,
From Valleymount through rain,
By Wicklow Gap and Glendasan,
The pilgrim road remains.

St Kevin's Way, St Kevin's Way,
Still calling hearts today,
Through field and stone, through hill and prayer,
The old path finds its way.

A road of rain, a road of prayer,
Across the Wicklow hills.