Ossian's Return - Cruachan

The sky was grey and leaden

Wolves howling on the wind

Above the land of Tír Na n-Óg

The ancient calm still reigned

«I long to stand on my home shore»

Said Ossian in a glare

«But Ossian love, the is your home»

Said Niamh of the golden hair

She seen the look upon his face

She knew the pain he felt

He longed to be home among his race

With his ring-sword strapped to his belt

«Return my love to the land of man

But be warned time rests heavily there

Come back to me if ever you can

Back to the land of the fair.»

«Do not dismount from the steed you ride

From this world it belongs

If you dismount you shall fall by its side

To be remembered only in faerie songs»

He galloped across the faerie seas

Back to the land of man

Watched by the Gods and the Daoine Sídhe

His life to end as it began

«I have returned», he said aloud

But no one was there to hear

His noble home once bold and proud

Had crumbled through the many years

A power had come into the land

To threaten the olden ways

The people ignore the ancient Gods

They bid farewell to a golden age

Ossian stopped his gallant steed

He could see some people ahead

«Help us please, our brother are trapped-

Beneath this dolmen», they said

He leaned down from his mount

And gripped the dolmen firm

From the earth the rocks was freed

The people beneath unharmed

But from the strain his saddle broke

To the earth he was cast

A cry of pain burst from his throat

The years now caught him at last

In Tír Na n-Óg Niamh shed a tear

When she saw the rider-less horse

Ossian was gone, her greatest fear

Her heart was full of deep remorse