Fading away in the mists of time
The Older Gods did go
And we mere mortals left behind
With Younger Gods to know.
And now they too are fading fast
and we are left alone.
And oh my love I grieve the past
and long to go back home.
And oh my Mother is crying and no one can hear Her
Her children are dying
Oh, can she hear me wailing?
Please come and take me home
How long has it been
Since Fal did scream
For Brian's holy crown,
And cries of Andrasta shook the hill
When Rome took Albion down?
For history lies
And poets dream
And truth is seldom known.
And I am left with aching heart and songs to sing alone.
And oh my Mother is dying and no one can hear Her
Her children are crying
Oh, can She hear me wailing?
I long to go back home.
Please come and take me home.
I dream I stood on Erin's Shore,
The sea before me lay.
And all around the wind did sigh
and mourn the fading day.
And then I saw on that shining sea
A ship as white as bone
And then I knew
In my soul
I was finally going home.

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