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 gra**es
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