The Knock Song Lyrics

At the early age of thirty-eight Me mother said 'Go
West!'
D A D
'Get up, ' says she. 'and get a job'. Says I, 'I'll do
my best'
G D Em A
I pulled on me Wellingtons to march to Kiltimagh
D A D
But I took a wrong turn in Charlestown and ended up in
Knock

D A D
Oh once this quiet crossroads was a place of gentle
prayer
D A D
Where Catholics got indulgent once or twice a year.
G D Em A
You could buy a pair of rosary beads or get your
candles blessed
D A D
If you had a guilty conscience you could get it off
your chest.

D A D
Then came the priest form Partry father Horan was his
name
D A D
And since he's been appointed Knock has never been the
same.
G D Em A
'Begod,' says Jem, 'tis eighty years since Mary was
adout.'
D A D
'Tis time for another miracle.' and he blew the candle
out.

CHORUS

G D G D
From Fatima to Bethlehem, from Lourdes to Kiltimagh,
D A D
There's never been a miracle like the airport up in
Knock

To establish terra firma he draw up a ten year plan
And started running dances around 1961.
He built a fantabulous church, Go h-álainn, on the holy
ground
And once he had a focal point he started to expand

Chip shops and Bed and Breakfasts sprung up over night.
Once a place for quiet retreats now a holy sight.
All sorts of fancy restaurants for every race and creed Where black and white and yellow pilgrims all could get
a feed

The stalls once under canvas became religious
supermarts
With such a range o' godly goods, they had top twenty
charts.
While the airport opposition was destroyed by James'
trump card.
For centenary celebrations he got John Paul the twenty-
third

CHORUS

'We had the Blessed virgin here,' Bold Jamesie did
declare,
'And Pope John Paul the twenty-third appeared just over
there.'
'Now do you mean to tell me', he said in total shock,
'That I am not entitled to an airport here in Knock.'
TD's were lobbied and harassed with talk of promised
votes
And people who'd been loyal for years now spoke of
changing coats.
Eternal damnation was threatened on the flock
Who said it was abortive building airports up in Knock

Now everyone is happy the miracle is complete.
Father Horan's got his runway, it's eighteen thousand
feet
All sorts of planes could land there, of that there's
little doubt,
handy for the George Bush to keep knock Gadaffi out.

Did NATO donate, me boys, did NATO donate the dough?
Did NATO donate, me Girls, did NATO donate the dough?
Did NATO donate the dough, the dough, did NATO donate
the dough?
Eighteen thousand feet of runway is an awful long way
to go.

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