Lyrics The Fianna - Cruachan

The Fianna

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