Summoned here I have been
From a land of War
To this place of Peace
Why am I here
I know not
Yet familiar be this place.
My mind does drift away
To a time not long ago
Details just out of reach
Some sense tells me
I have been here before.

Before when I cannot recall.
Battles and Blood cloud my memories.
Many men fell - Yes fell many men
But their names I cannot tell
nor their purpose in my story.

The air smells sweet here
on this plain full of apples.
Cattle - many - roam the fields,
their ears of a hue like winter sunset.
Proud must be the Righ of this place
to possess such wealth.
Some sense tells me I have seen him before.

Before when I cannot recall.
Battles and Blood cloud my memories.
Many men fell - Yes fell many men
But his name I cannot tell
nor his purpose in my story.

I stroll through the grasses
bathed in the sunshine glorious.
The light makes the stream shimmer
and so I wander to its banks.
Soothing is its babbling sound,
it relaxes my spirit
as I stare at my reflection.
My senses tell me I have seen me before...

...before when I do now recall.
Mongá Mac Manannán bringer of battle
and blood to Éire.
Many men fell - Yes fell many men
Their names I now can tell
and my purpose in their story.