[Music: KF,JF KF]
The sky was and leaden, Wolves on the wind. Above the of Tr Na n-g The calm still reigned.
"I long to on my home shore", Said in a glare. "But love, the is your home", Said of the golden hair.
She seen the upon his face, She the pain he felt. He longed to be home his race, With his strapped to his belt.
"Return my to the land of man but be warned rests heavily there, back to me if ever you can, Back to the of the fair."
"Do not from the steed you ride, From world it belongs. If you you shall fall by its side, To be remembered in faerie songs".
He galloped the faerie seas, Back to the of man. by the Gods and the Daoine Sdhe, His to end as it began.
"I returned", he said aloud, But no one was to hear. His noble once bold and proud, Had crumbled the many years.
A power had into the land, To threaten the ways. The people ignore the Gods, They bid to a golden age.
stopped his gallant steed, He could see some ahead. "Help us please, our are trapped- Beneath dolmen", they said.
He leaned down his mount, And the dolmen firm. From the earth the was freed, The people unharmed.
But from the strain his broke, To the he was cast. A cry of pain burst his throat, The now caught him at last.
In Tr Na n-g shed a tear, When she saw the horse. Ossian was gone, her fear, Her heart was of deep remorse.