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Step into the ancient mist of Irish myth with this poetic retelling of Tír na nÓg — the Land of Eternal Youth. Follow Oisín, a warrior of the Fianna, and Niamh of the Golden Hair as they journey beyond time itself. Through vivid verses and stunning Celtic-inspired art, this video brings to life a timeless legend of love, loss, and longing.

From emerald hills to silver seas, golden shores to a ruined Ireland lost in time, witness the beauty and sorrow of Oisín’s fate as he returns from paradise — only to crumble into legend. This is not just a tale — it is Ireland’s soul in song and story.

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Verse 1
On emerald hills, where the Fianna stood,
Oisín, the warrior, met Niamh of the wood.
Her hair like gold, her eyes like the sea,
She promised a land where they’d always be free.
“Come with me, Oisín, to Tír na nÓg,
Where time stands still, and hearts belong.”

Verse 2
He crossed the sea with Niamh at his side,
To a land where joy and peace abide.
Where laughter rose without a care,
And peace had settled everywhere.
Years turned to centuries, yet they never changed,
In Tír na nÓg, their love remained.

Verse 3
But Oisín’s his heart began to yearn,
For the land of his birth, his soul’s return.
“Return if you must,” Niamh gently cried,
“But don’t touch the earth of your mortal life.
If your feet touch the ground you once knew,
The centuries will claim you, and I’ll lose you too.”

Verse 4
Away back to Ireland, Oisín rode alone,
But Ireland lay crushed, cold and unknown.
The Fianna long gone, their strongholds o'ergrown,
His people all vanished — he was all alone.
He called out a greeting, but no voice replied,
The kingdom of Fionn was now lost to time.

Verse 5
In a moment of sorrow, he fell to the ground,
And the spell of Tír na nÓg became unwound.
Oisín grew old, his youth slipped away,
He called out for Niamh as his body gave way.
With no hands to hold him, no words to say,
He crumbled to dust and faded away.

Outro
Now this tale lives on in hearts that believe,
Of Oisín and Niamh, and the love they conceived.
Though time may fade, and the world may turn,
The magic of Tír na nÓg forever will burn.