Airport at Knock


At the early age of thirty eight, me mother sent me west
‘Get up’ says she ‘and get a job’, says I, ‘I’ll do me best’
I pulled on me wellingtons to march to Kiltimagh
But I took a wrong turn in Charlestown and ended up in Knock

Once this quiet crossroads was a place of gentle prayer
Where Catholics got indulgent once or twice a year
You could buy a pair of rosery beads or get your candles blessed
If you had a guilty concience, you could get it off your chest

Then came the priest from Partry, Father Horan was his name
And since he’s been appointed, Knock has never been the same
‘Begod’ says Jem, ’tis eighty years since Mary was about
It’s time for another miracle’ and he blew the candle out

From Fatima to Bethlehem, from Lourdes to Kiltimagh
Theres never been a miracle like the airport up in Knock

The stalls once under canvas became religious supermarts
With such a range of 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

We had the Blessed Virgin here, bold Jemesie did declare
And John Paul the twenty third appered 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

T.D.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 has his runway, its eighteen thousand feet
All sorts of planes could land there, of that there’s little doubt
It’s handy for the Yankie boys to keep the Russians out

Did NATO donate dough me boys, did NATO donate dough
Did NATO donate dough me girls, did NATO donate dough
Did NATO donate dough, the dough, did NATO donate dough
Eighteen thousant feet of runway is an auful long way to go


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Christy Moore