paroles de chanson 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.
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