My name is gone

It has been for a time

My head stone is alone

It always has been

My body has laid here

It has for a long time

No one comes to visit me

Anyone who will is dead

I am a relic of the Celts

I am from a long ago time

I was a lover of a warrior

It is he who buried me

The spirits look after me

They are my protectors against time

I await my lover’s coming

He will come for me

When he comes for me

We will be together for all time

Our place will be among our people

When the end of the world has come

Sing me a song, oh Irish lad

Come, sing me a song

Tell me of fairies and of God

Sing to me of our Ireland

Sing me a song, Oh Irish lass

Come, sing me a song

Dance the dance of the mummers

And dance to the firelight songs of gypsies

Dream me a dream, old man

Come, dream me a dream

Dream of wars and horses and ale

Make strong our great land

Dream me a dream, old woman

Come, dream me a dream

Dream of fairies and God and fire

Dream of our pale silver moon