Don't Touch the Earth - Ná bain leis an talamh || Celtic Pop

Created with Suno AI by Alex Lyrics: Beyond the mist, beyond the foam A white horse crossed the western sea It carried Oisín from his home To where the young live endlessly And Niamh rode beneath the moon With golden hair and eyes of flame She led him where no winters came To lands untouched by grief or age Tír na nÓg Fan go deo Land of youth Remain forever --- He left the fires of Ireland The hunting horns, the hills of green And followed her across the waves To shores no mortal eyes had seen The roses bloomed through endless years No shadow crossed the silver trees The harps played on beneath the stars And sunlight danced upon the seas Yet even where no flowers died Old Ireland lingered in his mind The voices of the Fianna Still called to him across the tide He dreamed of forests in the rain Of ancient roads and mountain stone And though he lived beyond all time His heart still longed to journey home --- Niamh knew the danger from the start She saw the longing in his heart She gave to him her horse of white To carry him across the night Fill tríd an gceo Return through the mist Fill thar an tonn Return through the foam But don’t touch the earth Before coming home --- Don’t touch the earth Don’t leave the saddle Time waits below Like a blade in the shadow Ná bain leis an talamh Don’t touch the earth Follow the wind Ride over the foam Look on the land Then turn toward home Three hundred years Sleep under the stone Three hundred winters Wait in his bones Whatever he saw He had to return --- He reached the shores of Ireland But no one there recalled his face The halls he knew were broken stone And strangers lived in every place The mighty Fianna were no more Their names survived in fading songs And Oisín heard his own name sung Among the heroes dead and gone He rode through fields he once had known But every road had changed with time The world he carried in his heart Had vanished like an old refrain Then by the road he saw three men Who struggled with a fallen stone He turned aside to lend his strength Though he should have ridden home --- He leaned down slowly from the horse The western sea grew dark and cold The leather strap beneath him tore The white horse reared above the road Ná bain leis an talamh Don’t touch the earth And then he fell --- Don’t touch the earth Don’t leave the saddle Time rose below Like a storm from the shadow His hands became weak His hair became snow Three hundred winters Awoke in his bones D’éirigh an t-am Time arose The white horse ran Back into the foam While Oisín remained In a world not his own Three hundred years Gone like a breath One heart immortal One taken by death --- They say he spoke of Niamh And the roses by the sea Of halls untouched by sorrow And a land where all were free He told them of the silver shore Where no one aged or died But every word became a wound For the world he left behind Far beyond the western waves The timeless gardens still remained Yet every harp inside those halls Would never sound the same again And Niamh watched the empty sea Where once the white horse carried two For even in a deathless land A heart can break when love is true A Oisín, a ghrá O Oisín, my love Fill chugam thar an fharraige Return to me across the sea --- Don’t touch the earth Don’t leave the saddle Love cannot stop The march of the shadow He crossed the sea But lost his home And woke in an age He had never known Three hundred years Between their hands One heart on earth One in a timeless land Yet where the sun Falls into the foam The old songs promise He may still return home Fill abhaile Return home Beyond the earth Beyond the years Beyond every sorrow Beyond every tear Where white horses run And the young never grow old They may meet again In Tír na nÓg --- Beyond the mist Thar an gceo Beyond the foam Thar an tonn The sea remembers The road to home Don’t touch the earth Ná bain leis an talamh Don’t touch the earth