Death Of A Gael Lyrics
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 loveof this woman and manLike the sky high above,no beginning and no end,The woman that he loves,his life and best friend.Until that day in Decemberwhen 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 T¡r Na n-à g,is the place where he must go."Woman come to my side,let your arms shield my pain,For I know will not spendanother day with you again."They say she will not movefrom the place where he did die,Once so strong and so proud,She cannot talk but cry.
Cruachan Death Of A Gael
