[Music: KF,JF KF]
The sky was and leaden, Wolves on the wind. Above the of Tr Na n-g The calm still reigned.
"I long to on my home shore", Said in a glare. "But love, the is your home", Said Niamh of the hair.
She seen the look 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, Come to me if ever you can, Back to the of the fair."
"Do not from the steed you ride, From world it belongs. If you dismount you fall by its side, To be only 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 home bold and proud, Had crumbled the many years.
A power had come the land, To threaten the ways. The people the ancient Gods, bid farewell to a golden age.
Ossian his gallant steed, He see some people ahead. "Help us please, our brother are Beneath dolmen", they said.
He leaned down his mount, And the dolmen firm. From the earth the was freed, The people unharmed.
But from the his saddle broke, To the he was cast. A cry of burst from his throat, The years now him at last.
In Tr Na n-g shed a tear, she saw the rider-less horse. Ossian was gone, her fear, Her heart was full of remorse.