Death Of A Gael - Cruachan

A warrior so proud of the woman by his side

His faithful heart would take no other bride

For three years they lived

Midst the forests of the land

Strong and proud was the love

Of this woman and man

Like the sky high above

No beginning and no end

The woman that he loves

His life and best friend

Until that day in December

When the snowstorms did start

Stalked the Norseman with his bow

Put an arrow through his heart

Hear the cry, the cry of the winter wind

Blowing across the land

Stealing his life from him

From the earth, and into the otherworld

The land of Tír Na n-Óg

Is the place where he must go

«Woman come to my side

Let your arms shield my pain

For I know will not spend

Another day with you again.»

They say she will not move

From the place where he did die

Once so strong and so proud

She cannot talk but cry