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: |
| Give 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. |