Solved: An old Irish song

Firstly, hello everyone!

Theres a song I've been trying to find for a while now - I don't know the writer, performer or anything - but it would mean alot to me to track it down and get the lyrics and song.

It's quite poetic as I remeber and goes along the lines of:

A long time ago (in a time forgot or in the days of yore or something)...there was a box...chained with chains and locked with locks...

its goes on to talk about a box that was opened by man and a ball comes out and bounces around. The ball is destructive and hurts man, destroys things. I think its all about war - and man discovering powers he should not use or something.

My grandad wrote out a poem for me to hand into for an English paper when I was younger - and the teacher loved it. I had to read it our in front of the school he liked it so much. I know he got the lyrics from an Irish song he had on tape as he owned up to copying it - but he changed some of the words here and there to make them rhyme a bit better for me.

I've done lyric searches on everything I can think of - the words I've typed above, pandoras box, war...i need help please! My grandad died recently and if i could find this song i'd be you're blood brother for life man. I know my info is a bit loose at best...but its all i have to go on.

There's a song called "The box" by John Denver" that has very similar lyrics
or a poem (same lyrics) The Box, 1969 by Kendrew LaSalles

http://youtube.com/watch?v=IyhzRj9CLvY

Once upon a time, in the land of Hushabye,
Round about the wondrous days of yore.
They came across a sort of box,
bound up with chains and locked with locks,
And labeled "Kindly Do Not Touch, It's War."
A decree was issued round about all with a flourish and a shout,
and a gaily colored mascot tripping lightly on the fore,
"Don't fiddle with this box, or break the chains, or pick the locks,
And Please... don't ever play about with war."
Well, the children understood, children happen to be good,
and they were just as good around the time of yore.
They didn't try to pick the locks, or break into that deadly box,
they never tried to play about with war.
Mommies didn't either, Sisters, Aunts, Grannies neither,
'cause they were quiet and sweet and pretty in those wondrous days of
yore.
Well... very much the same as now, and not the ones to blame somehow,
for opening up that deadly box of war.
But someone did... someone battered in the lid,
and spilled the insides out across the floor.
A sort of bouncy bumpy ball,
with flags and all the tears and horror that goes with war.
It bounced right out and went bashing all about,
and bumping into everything in store.
And what was sad and most unfair is that it didn't really seem to care,
much who it bumped, or why, or what, or for.
It bumped the children mainly, and I'll tell you this quite plainly,
It bumps them everyday... and more... and more,
and leaves them dead and burned and dying, thousands of them sick and
crying,
cause when it bumps... it's really very sore.
Now there's a way to stop the ball, it isn't difficult at all,
all it takes is wisdom.
I'm absolutely sure that we could get it back into the box...
and bind the chains and lock the locks.
But no one seems to want to save the children anymore.
Well, thats the way it all appears,
cause it's been bouncing round for years and years
in spite of all the wisdom wizzed since those wondrous days of yore.
And the time they came upon The Box, bound up with chains and locked
with locks...
and labeled "Kindly Do Not Touch, It's War."

Or, there's this one, same title but slightly different lyrics

"The box" by Torque. ( this one's a bit rock!)

The Box

Long ago, a secret box was chained with chains and locked with lock.
Was hid behind a secret door, forgotten by the land of Nor.
The lid opened hard and loud, the essence from within howled.
Sounds of screaming from the crowd as evil legends stalked and growled.
The shadows hovered night and day; you couldn't find a child at play.
The box had brought them hell to pay from desert to crystal bay.

To unchain the chains and unlock the locks on a box marked war.
It's marked evil, it's marked heartache, it's marked saddness.
To unchain the chains and unlock the locks would be madness.
On a box marked war.

Why can't you see the sun at night the student's mourned it warm & bright.
While reading books by candle light, rainbows fled the sky from fright.
The many faces of the sun had left and thought it's work was done.
As if it really tried to shun, the land of Nor still stood and stun.

To unchain the cains and unlock the locks on a box marked war.
It's marked evil, it's marked heartache, it's marked saddness.
To unchain the chains and unlock the locks would be madness.
On a box marked war.

I'll add a link to the song so you can have a listen
http://www.stevenlange.com/torque/music/index.html

Its the first one by John Denver. Thanks mate !!!

Don't know if I should own up to this...but you just made my eyes water a little bit....just a little bit though

I owe you one Mumbles - thankyou!

Matty, you are so very welcome

Take care!