Letras
Oisín, the poet, strong and brave
Met Niamh with hair like a golden wave
She beckoned him to a land so fair
Where time stands still, and youth is there
Oh, Tír na nÓg, land of the young
Where ageless songs are forever sung
But beware the price of endless days
For mortal hearts, it's a heavy wage
On a white horse, across the sea
They rode to where all souls are free
Three hundred years passed in a blink
Of mortal woes, he did not think
Oh, Tír na nÓg, land of the young
Where ageless songs are forever sung
But beware the price of endless days
For mortal hearts, it's a heavy wage
Longing for home, he begged to return
Just for a day, his heart did yearn
Niamh warned him, "Don't touch the ground
Or age will claim you without a sound"
But fate is cruel to those who stray
From magic realms to mortal clay
He slipped and fell from his fairy steed
Three hundred years caught up with speed
Oh, Tír na nÓg, land of the young
Where ageless songs are forever sung
But beware the price of endless days
For mortal hearts, it's a heavy wage
Now Oisín's tale, a warning clear
Eternal youth comes with a tear
Between two worlds, we cannot stay
Tír na nÓg's price, we all must pay