Lady Of Knock

There were people of all ages
Gathered ’round the gable wall
Poor and humble men and women
Little children that you would call.

We are gathered here before you
And our hearts are just the same
Filled with joy at such a vision
As we praise your name

Chorus:
Golden Rose, Queen of Ireland
All my cares and troubles cease
As I kneel with love before you
Lady of Knock, my Queen of Peace

Oh, your message is unspoken
But the truth in silence lies
So I gaze upon your vision
And the truth I try to find.

Here I stand, with John the teacher
And with Joseph at your side
And I see the lamb of God
On the altar glorified

Chorus:
Golden Rose, Queen of Ireland
All my cares and troubles cease
As we kneel with love before you
Lady of Knock, my Queen of Peace

And the lamb will conquer
And the woman clothed in the sun
Will shine her light on everyone
And the lamb will conquer
And the woman clothed in the sun
Will shine her light on everyone

Chorus
Golden Rose, Queen of Ireland
All our cares and troubles cease
As we kneel with love before you
Lady of Knock, my Queen of Peace
Lady of Knock, my Queen of Peace

As Gaeilge – Banthiarna Cnoic

Bhí seandaoine is óige ann
Balaithe timpeall balla na binne bhí
Fír’s mna umhail, leanaí óige
ar chuir tú ghlaoch,

Táimid balaithe anseo romhat
agus ár gcroíthe mar an gcéanna,
lán d’áthas ar a leithéid d’aisling
Feadh molaimíd t’ainm.

Cúrfa:
Róisin Oir, Banríon na hÉireann
Mo chúraim ‘s trioblóidí uile gan staonadh,
Is muid ar ár nglúine romhat le ghrá.
Bantíarna a’ Chnoic, mo Bhanríon na hÉireann

Mar a raibh bhur scéal gan lua
Fós, ta an fhírinne faoi thost
Is muid ag breathnú ar bhur radharc
Is iarraim an fhírinne anseo

Táim im sheasamh le múinteoir Sheán
agus le Seosamh ar taobh
Cím Uan Dé
ar an altóir dhlóirithe bhinn

Curfá
Róisin Oir, Banríon na hÉireann
Mo chúraim ‘s trioblóidí uile gan staonadh,
Is muid ar ár nglúine romhat le ghrá.
Bantíarna a’ Chnoic, mo Bhanríon na hÉireann

Is beidh an bua ag an Uan
Is an bhean atá feistithe le’n ghrian
Is loinneoidh sí chách len a solas
Is beidh an bua ag an Uan
Is an bhean atá feistithe le’n ghrian
Is loinneoidh sí chách len a solas

Curfá
Róisin Oir, Banríon na hÉireann
Mo chúraim ‘s trioblóidí uile gan staonadh,
Is muid ar ár nglúine romhat le ghrá.
Bantíarna a’ Chnoic, mo Bhanríon na hÉireann