'Twas early one morning by the lakes of Killarney
Young Oisan was watching the summer sunrise
When out of the mist a white steed came running
and on his back was a maiden so fine
Her clothes were adorned with gold and silver
Such beauty has never been seen in this land
I've come she said for the hand of young Oisan
the poet of Eire's magical Isle
For love is a strange sad story
Takes you on its timeless journey
but as the river gently flows
we'll one day meet the sea
So fill my cup with loves strange story
sweeten it with your body
I fear no void nor ocean deep
when I'm in your arms.
She sang him a song and the world fell to silence
bewitched by the sound of her sweet golden voice
and up on the steed young Oisin he mounted
with the speed of the wind they left Irelands green isle
For three days and nights they road over the ocean
till they sighted at last the land of the young
and the memories of Finn and the lakes of Killarney
all faded away in the morning sun
For love is a strange sad story
Takes you on its timeless journey
but as the river gently flows
we'll one day meet the sea
So fill my cup with loves strange story
sweeten it with your body
I fear no void nor ocean deep
when I'm in your arms.
The years were like days three hundred and ten
and deeper in love with Niam he fell
but the call of the hunt did wake his deep slumber
once more to his home land he must travel again
O Oisin my love now give me this promise
at never set foot on Irelands fair shore
but while helping some men he fell from the saddle
and turned to dust by the lakes of Killmore
For love is a strange sad story
Takes you on its timeless journey
but as the river gently flows
we'll one day meet the sea
So fill my cup with loves strange story
sweeten it with your body
I fear no void nor ocean deep
when I'm in your arms.
I fear no void nor ocean deep
when I'm in your arms.
Young Oisan was watching the summer sunrise
When out of the mist a white steed came running
and on his back was a maiden so fine
Her clothes were adorned with gold and silver
Such beauty has never been seen in this land
I've come she said for the hand of young Oisan
the poet of Eire's magical Isle
For love is a strange sad story
Takes you on its timeless journey
but as the river gently flows
we'll one day meet the sea
So fill my cup with loves strange story
sweeten it with your body
I fear no void nor ocean deep
when I'm in your arms.
She sang him a song and the world fell to silence
bewitched by the sound of her sweet golden voice
and up on the steed young Oisin he mounted
with the speed of the wind they left Irelands green isle
For three days and nights they road over the ocean
till they sighted at last the land of the young
and the memories of Finn and the lakes of Killarney
all faded away in the morning sun
For love is a strange sad story
Takes you on its timeless journey
but as the river gently flows
we'll one day meet the sea
So fill my cup with loves strange story
sweeten it with your body
I fear no void nor ocean deep
when I'm in your arms.
The years were like days three hundred and ten
and deeper in love with Niam he fell
but the call of the hunt did wake his deep slumber
once more to his home land he must travel again
O Oisin my love now give me this promise
at never set foot on Irelands fair shore
but while helping some men he fell from the saddle
and turned to dust by the lakes of Killmore
For love is a strange sad story
Takes you on its timeless journey
but as the river gently flows
we'll one day meet the sea
So fill my cup with loves strange story
sweeten it with your body
I fear no void nor ocean deep
when I'm in your arms.
I fear no void nor ocean deep
when I'm in your arms.