[Music: KF,JF KF]
The sky was and leaden, Wolves on the wind. Above the of Tr Na n-g The ancient still reigned.
"I long to on my home shore", Ossian in a glare. "But Ossian love, the is home", Niamh of the golden hair.
She the look upon his face, She the pain he felt. He longed to be among his race, With his ring-sword to his belt.
"Return my to the land of man but be time rests heavily there, Come to me if ever you can, Back to the of the fair."
"Do not dismount the steed you ride, From this it belongs. If you you shall fall by its side, To be only in faerie songs".
He across the faerie seas, Back to the of man. Watched by the and the Daoine Sdhe, His to end as it began.
"I have returned", he aloud, But no one was to hear. His noble once bold and proud, Had through the many years.
A power had come the land, To the olden ways. The people the ancient Gods, bid farewell to a golden age.
Ossian stopped his steed, He could see people ahead. "Help us please, our brother are Beneath dolmen", they said.
He down from his mount, And gripped the firm. the earth the rocks was freed, The people unharmed.
But from the his saddle broke, To the he was cast. A cry of pain burst his throat, The years now him at last.
In Tr Na n-g shed a tear, she saw the rider-less horse. Ossian was gone, her fear, Her heart was full of remorse.