Long ago, when there was no time A man calls the four seasons with his harp Fairies fly around and Oengus send his kisses to the lovers Long ago, when there was no time A man calls the four seasons with his harp Fairies fly around, around and Oengus send his kisses to the lovers In the fields of mother moon All we dance in circle We're celebrating on the good things she gave us And wipe away our sorrows At this time all the beautiful things were alives Wonderful flowers with great stones walk hand by hand Rainbow's key was on our hands We have lost it At this time all the beautiful things were alives Wonderful flowers with great stones walk hand by hand Rainbow's key was on our hands We have lost it This was the faeryage, the wonderful time The spirits of nature lived by our side Flying with the butterflies, we knew the sky Spinning the circle of stones We lived this time Listen my song, my name is Dagda The father of all, I am the wisdom My magic harp has three good tunes The tune of the laughing, of the sleep and sorrow