It Is Out Of Myths And Legends

I have heard many stories of Tubrid's Holy Well
Of miracles that occurred there of so many i have heard tell
Of people who left their crutches and walking frames by the grotto and from there unaided walked away
Believe what you want to believe as the wise one does say

I have heard stories and legends of the Paps of Shrone
Those twin peaks in east Kerry of bracken, heather and stone
That they are the breasts of Goddess Anu pointing towards the sky
Of the truth in this who am i to deny

Of sightings of the Loch Ness Monster in Scotland we read of and hear
Though any photographs of it are not visually clear
But it is lack of clear evidence that keep public interest alive
One reason that myths and legends do survive

A subject some discuss whilst enjoying their cake and tea
The Lost City of Atlantis somewhere under the sea
And though of it's true existence none can truly claim of to know
Like is said of wonder it never does cease to grow

It is out of myths and legends that great stories are made
And from generation to generation they never do seem to fade
It is the stories of the distant past shrouded in mystery that are living today
Suppose this is how it is and it will always be this way.