[Music: KF,JF KF]
The sky was and leaden, howling on the wind. Above the of Tr Na n-g The ancient still reigned.
"I to stand on my home shore", Said in a glare. "But love, the is your home", Said Niamh of the hair.
She seen the upon his face, She the pain he felt. He longed to be home his race, his ring-sword strapped to his belt.
"Return my love to the of man but be warned time heavily there, Come back to me if you can, Back to the of the fair."
"Do not from the steed you ride, From this it belongs. If you dismount you shall by its side, To be remembered only in songs".
He across the faerie seas, Back to the of man. by the Gods and the Daoine Sdhe, His to end as it began.
"I have returned", he aloud, But no one was to hear. His noble once bold and proud, Had crumbled through the years.
A power had into the land, To threaten the ways. The people ignore the 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 leaned from his mount, And the dolmen firm. the earth the rocks was freed, The beneath 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 Niamh a tear, she saw the rider-less horse. Ossian was gone, her fear, Her heart was full of remorse.