| 歌曲 | Hosting of the Sidhe |
| 歌手 | Primordial |
| 专辑 | Storm Before Calm |
| 作曲 : MacUilliam, Yeats | |
| The host is riding from | |
| Knockarea | |
| And over the graves of | |
| Clooth-na-bare; | |
| Caolte tossing his burning hair | |
| And Niamh calling away, come away: | |
| Empty your heart if it's mortal dream, | |
| The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, | |
| Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, | |
| Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, | |
| Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; | |
| And if any gaze on our rushing band, | |
| We come between him and the hope of his heart | |
| We come between him and the hope of his heart | |
| The host is rushing 'twixt night and day, | |
| And where is there hope or deed as fair? | |
| Caolte tossing his burning hair | |
| And Niamh calling away, come away. [Dedicated to William Butler Yeats, one of Eire's greatest sons] |
| zuò qǔ : MacUilliam, Yeats | |
| The host is riding from | |
| Knockarea | |
| And over the graves of | |
| Cloothnabare | |
| Caolte tossing his burning hair | |
| And Niamh calling away, come away: | |
| Empty your heart if it' s mortal dream, | |
| The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, | |
| Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, | |
| Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam, | |
| Our arms are waving, our lips are apart | |
| And if any gaze on our rushing band, | |
| We come between him and the hope of his heart | |
| We come between him and the hope of his heart | |
| The host is rushing ' twixt night and day, | |
| And where is there hope or deed as fair? | |
| Caolte tossing his burning hair | |
| And Niamh calling away, come away. Dedicated to William Butler Yeats, one of Eire' s greatest sons |