Conchobhar
He stood by the road, my lover of wolves,
He told me goodbye, and he sang to the moon,
and I knew then and there I was his and all.
Return to me, oh my prince, my king
'Cause I still got your heart, and I still got your ring,
And I'll run to the road to answer your call.
Return to me, put your sword to bed,
And I'll sing by the fire my song instead,
And I'll bless all the time and the tears I've shed.
But he's still out there, his fight is long,
But I'm telling myself to be right and strong,
And the moonlit nights I can hear his song...
My Lover of Wolves
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