The Wanderings of Oisín

This my woodland rhyme my friend
It's my last dewy song
It's about my start to where the men calls Tir Nan Og
Up the waves I saw the thing most beautiful I have seen
Rode the sea in a white horse, her golden hair charmed me

She came through the sea to calling me from the land of Dreams
My princess from the sidh
So well we rode above the sea, her arms on me no time nor dreams

"Delightful is the land beyond all the dreams
Fairer than aught tiny eyes ever seen
There all the year the fruit's on the tree
A hundred maiden sing thee to thy sleep"

"Delightful is the land beyond all the dreams
Fairer than aught tiny eyes ever seen
There all the year the fruit's on the tree
A hundred maiden sing thee to thy sleep"

"Delightful is the land beyond all the dreams
Fairer than aught tiny eyes ever seen
There all the year the fruit's on the tree
A hundred maiden sing thee to thy sleep"