Lyrics The Fianna - Cruachan
When
evening
in
Eireann
was
gray,
Before
the
dawn
went
away,
Their
footsteps
on
hills
were
heard,
On
journey
long
without
a
word.
From
wilderland
to
western
shore,
Through
dragon
lair
and
hidden
door,
From
northern
waste
to
southern
hill,
On
darkling
woods
they
walked
at
will.
With
Fionn
and
Oisin,
dwarfe
and
man,
Bird
and
bough
and
beast
in
den,
With
warrior-druid
folk,
In
secret
tongues
they
spoke.
A
deadly
sword,
a
healing
hand,
Trumpet
voice,
a
burning
brand,
Their
backs
that
bent
'neath
their
load,
Those
warriors
on
the
road.
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