Sung by the people of Faery over Diarmuid and Grania,
in their bridal sleep under a Cromlech

We who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told:
  
Give to these children, new from the world,
Silence and love;
And the long dew-dropping hours of the night,
And the stars above:
  
Gie to these children, new from the world,
Rest far from men.
Is anything better, anything better?
Tell us it then:
  
Us who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told.