Cruachan - Death Of A Gael

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 tir na n'og
Is the place where he must go

'woman come to my side
Let your arms shield my pain
For i know i will not spend another day with you againThey say she will not move
From the place where he did die
Once so strong and so proud
She cannot talk but cry