The Wings Of Fincayra
What happened to Fincayra's prize?
The wonderful Wings that gave us flight,
The beauty of our land, in everyone's eyes,
How come they disappeared from our sight?
We used to have wings, but now they're lost,
When we had wings, our joy knew no bound.
But we never knew we'd pay the cost,
Since then, the wings cannot be found.
There was a time long ages ago,
When we all lived in happy concord.
There was no animal considered 'low,'
There was no need for spear or sword.
Then there were days that made Fincayra grieve,
Because then, there was a line of bad kings,
They forced all of us to leave,
So Dagda took away the wonderful wings.
There also was another place,
We wonder about that the most of all things,
For Dagda promised: "If you are once again one race,
I will restore your lost wings."
What happened to Fincayra's prize?
The wonderful Wings that gave us flight,
The beauty of our land, in everyone's eyes,
How come they disappeared from our sight?
We used to have wings, but now they're lost,
When we had wings, our joy knew no bound.
But we never knew we'd pay the cost,
Since then, the wings cannot be found.
There was a time long ages ago,
When we all lived in happy concord.
There was no animal considered 'low,'
There was no need for spear or sword.
Then there were days that made Fincayra grieve,
Because then, there was a line of bad kings,
They forced all of us to leave,
So Dagda took away the wonderful wings.
There also was another place,
We wonder about that the most of all things,
For Dagda promised: "If you are once again one race,
I will restore your lost wings."
