The poem
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.