[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 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 knew the he felt. He longed to be home his race, With his strapped to his belt.
"Return my love to the of man but be warned rests heavily there, Come to me if ever you can, Back to the of the fair."
"Do not dismount from the you ride, From world it belongs. If you dismount you shall by its side, To be remembered in faerie songs".
He galloped across the seas, Back to the of man. Watched by the 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 through the years.
A power had come the land, To the olden ways. The people ignore the Gods, They bid to a golden age.
Ossian his gallant 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 earth the was freed, The beneath unharmed.
But from the his saddle broke, To the he was cast. A cry of pain 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 heart was of deep remorse.