We who are old yet fair of face, Thousands of years this world did grace, Beneath the earth away from men, Our Middle Kingdom it lies hidden. With sword
[Instrumental]
On the ground he lays, His lifeblood drains from him, The battle has been fought, And the fighting now stopped. He scans the battlefield, Oh the bloodshed
See the stone circle on the hilltop, Shining in the light of the moon, See the druid kneel in prayer, Praying because his life will end soon. For fifty
[Chorus] Oro, se do bheatha abhaile, Oro, se do bheatha abhaile, Oro, se do bheatha abhaile Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh. 'Se do bheatha, a bhean
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
Medb; You said you would always be there, You said you would always care, You said you would always be there, You said you would always care, I was nadve
[bonus song] We fled for our lives on a winter's eve, Cold but unheeded, we left with speed. The roundheads they had come this night, Our gallant people
Roaming, wandering, Left in fields just sauntering. Sold off, slept rough, Kept unstabled and tough. Riding steeds that know not their fate. Forever
