[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 Ossian love, the is home", Said of the golden hair.
She seen the upon his face, She the pain he felt. He longed to be among his race, With his ring-sword 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 the steed you ride, From world it belongs. If you you shall fall by its side, To be remembered only in songs".
He galloped the faerie seas, Back to the 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 through the many years.
A power had come the land, To threaten the ways. The people the ancient Gods, They bid to a golden age.
Ossian his gallant steed, He could see people ahead. "Help us please, our are trapped- Beneath this dolmen", said.
He down from his mount, And gripped the firm. From the earth the was freed, The people 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 shed a tear, she saw the rider-less horse. Ossian was gone, her fear, Her heart was full of remorse.