One hundred days or one hundred years ?
I cannot tell how long I've been here.
Sampling delights of his kingdom bright
Far beneath the waves.
White blossoms fall down from the tree.
I feel it - He does beckon me.
"One more time my dear old friend
to go back and make amends
For the constant wrongs that plague the land.
Go once more. Deal them Doom's hand.
You did leave the world as Mael Mórdha.
So you shall return as Dairmúid Mac Murrough."
My heart does sink, yet I sharpen my blade.
One last time I leave from this peaceful glade
To doom those to which I depart.
Back to Éire i go with a heavy heart.
I cannot tell how long I've been here.
Sampling delights of his kingdom bright
Far beneath the waves.
White blossoms fall down from the tree.
I feel it - He does beckon me.
"One more time my dear old friend
to go back and make amends
For the constant wrongs that plague the land.
Go once more. Deal them Doom's hand.
You did leave the world as Mael Mórdha.
So you shall return as Dairmúid Mac Murrough."
My heart does sink, yet I sharpen my blade.
One last time I leave from this peaceful glade
To doom those to which I depart.
Back to Éire i go with a heavy heart.