[Music: KF,JF KF]
The sky was and leaden, Wolves on the wind. the land of Tr Na n-g The ancient still reigned.
"I long to stand on my shore", Said in a glare. "But Ossian love, the is home", Niamh of the golden 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 rests there, Come back to me if you can, to the land of the fair."
"Do not dismount from the you ride, this 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 once and proud, Had crumbled through the years.
A power had into the land, To the olden ways. The ignore the ancient Gods, They bid farewell to a age.
stopped his gallant steed, He could see people ahead. "Help us please, our are trapped- Beneath this dolmen", said.
He leaned down his mount, And the dolmen firm. From the the rocks was freed, The beneath unharmed.
But from the strain his broke, To the he was cast. A cry of pain burst 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 was full of deep remorse.