Running hard. I see them on the path,
And I run hard too with the pack.
Tonight we bring the bondsmen back.
Through the dark tree they have gone,
Past Armoy to Ballintoy, they run
To a bridge above the northern seas.
I see it clear. They’re almost free
We hounds are loose on the road.
Through the dark trees we flow.
Hearts beat wild under starlight,
Howling as we close on those in flight.
They are on the bridge, we hounds are near.
The lady falls and shakes with fear.
Ten more step to Carrick -a -rede,
ten more seconds and they break free
We hounds come on slinking low,
along the bridge still sure and slow.
Fionn and Emer now hand in hand
fly like falcon from the land.
On rocks below where waves crash,
Hand in hand two bodies dashed.
On Carrick-a-rede a hounds cry
Free at last in death. we saw love die.
© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com