[Music: KF,JF KF]
The sky was and leaden, Wolves on the wind. the land of Tr Na n-g The ancient still reigned.
"I long to stand on my shore", Said in a glare. "But love, the is your home", Said Niamh of the hair.
She seen the upon his face, She knew the he felt. He longed to be home his race, his ring-sword strapped to his belt.
"Return my love to the of man but be warned time heavily there, back to me if ever you can, Back to the of the fair."
"Do not dismount from the you ride, From this it belongs. If you dismount you fall by its side, To be remembered only in songs".
He across the faerie seas, to the land of man. Watched by the Gods and the 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 ignore the ancient Gods, bid farewell to a golden age.
Ossian his gallant steed, He could see people ahead. "Help us please, our brother are this dolmen", they said.
He leaned down his mount, And gripped the firm. From the the rocks was freed, The beneath unharmed.
But from the his saddle broke, To the he was cast. A cry of burst from his throat, The now caught him at last.
In Tr Na n-g shed a tear, When she saw the horse. was gone, her greatest fear, Her heart was full of remorse.