From the recording Celtic Tales 2
Lyrics
The legend of Finn McCool
And the Golden Trout
An ancient prophecy
Our hero’s journey
For Secrets old
Legends whispered of secrets told
Of a golden trout
That holds all the wisdom and knowledge of the world
One day, as destiny decreed,
Finn embarked on his faithful steed.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
He sought the trout, a celestial prize.
In a crystal pool, where waters shimmered bright,
A golden fish emerged, a dazzling sight.
With scales aglow and eyes so keen,
It held the key to knowledge unforeseen.
Oh,Oh
Finn cast his line with fervent might,
But the cunning trout, a slippery sight.
Days turned into nights, a relentless chase,
As Finn pursued his elusive grace.
(Verse 5)
Then, as shadows danced upon the tide,
A sudden catch,
The golden trout, now in his grasp,
Its scales shimmering
(Verse 6)
With trembling hands, he took the prize,
And to his lips, its head he kissed
As wisdom flowed, a divine embrace,
Ancient secrets, etched upon his face.
(Verse 7)
He learned the language of the wind,
And mastered arts, both sacred and refined.
The secrets of the stars, the depths of the sea,
All was unveiled to him,
The trout bestowed its gift divine,
(Chorus)
Finn McCool, a legend grand,
With wisdom deep, a guiding hand.
The golden trout, a symbol of might,
Empowering him with cosmic light.
(Verse 8)
And so, the tale of Finn McCool,
Forever etched in annals true.
A testament to valor and might,
Oh Finn McCool, a giant bold,
And the eternal quest for wisdom's light.