Cruachan The Fianna Lyrics

The Fianna Lyrics

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.