[Music: KF,JF KF]
The sky was and leaden, howling 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", Niamh of the golden hair.
She the look upon his face, She the pain he felt. He longed to be home his race, With his ring-sword to his belt.
"Return my to the land of man but be warned time rests there, Come back to me if you can, to the land of the fair."
"Do not dismount from the you ride, From world it belongs. If you dismount you fall by its side, To be remembered only in songs".
He galloped 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 home once bold and proud, Had through the many years.
A had come into the land, To the olden ways. The people ignore the Gods, They bid farewell to a age.
Ossian stopped his steed, He could see some ahead. "Help us please, our brother are Beneath this dolmen", said.
He leaned down his mount, And the dolmen firm. the earth the rocks was freed, The beneath 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 Niamh a tear, When she saw the horse. Ossian was gone, her fear, Her was full of deep remorse.