[Music: KF,JF KF]
The sky was and leaden, Wolves on the wind. the land 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 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 love to the of man but be warned time rests there, Come to me if ever you can, Back to the of the fair."
"Do not from the steed you ride, From this it belongs. If you dismount you fall by its side, To be only in faerie 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 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 ignore the ancient Gods, They bid to a golden age.
Ossian stopped his steed, He see some people ahead. "Help us please, our brother are Beneath dolmen", they said.
He down from his mount, And gripped the firm. From the the rocks was freed, The people unharmed.
But the strain his saddle broke, To the he was cast. A cry of pain burst his throat, The years now him at last.
In Tr Na n-g shed a tear, When she saw the horse. Ossian was gone, her fear, Her heart was full of remorse.