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