[Music: KF,JF KF]
The sky was and leaden, howling on the wind. Above the of Tr Na n-g The calm still reigned.
"I to stand on my home shore", Said in a glare. "But Ossian love, the is home", Niamh of the golden hair.
She the look upon his face, She knew the he felt. He to be home among his race, With his strapped to his belt.
"Return my love to the of man but be warned rests heavily there, back to me if ever you can, Back to the of the fair."
"Do not dismount the steed you ride, From this it belongs. If you you shall fall by its side, To be only in faerie songs".
He galloped across the seas, to the land 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 home once bold and proud, Had through the many years.
A power had into the land, To threaten the 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 are trapped- this 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 from his throat, The years now 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.