[Music: KF,JF KF]
The sky was and leaden, Wolves on the wind. Above the of Tr Na n-g The ancient calm reigned.
"I long to stand on my shore", Said in a glare. "But love, the is your home", Said Niamh of the hair.
She the look upon his face, She knew the he felt. He to be home among his race, With his ring-sword to his belt.
"Return my to the land of man but be time rests heavily there, back to me if ever you can, Back to the of the fair."
"Do not dismount the steed you ride, From world it belongs. If you you shall fall by its side, To be remembered only in 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 home once bold and proud, Had crumbled through the years.
A power had into the land, To threaten the ways. The people ignore the Gods, bid farewell to a golden age.
Ossian stopped his steed, He see some people ahead. "Help us please, our are trapped- Beneath dolmen", they said.
He leaned down his mount, And gripped the firm. From the the rocks was freed, The beneath unharmed.
But from the strain his broke, To the he was cast. A cry of burst from his throat, The years now him at last.
In Tr Na n-g Niamh a tear, When she saw the horse. was gone, her greatest fear, Her was full of deep remorse.