Oh Dagda! Tuatha Dé Danann
Our Protector
Oh Dagda! Tuatha Dé Danann
Our Protector

With his hollow cheeks and his blood red lips
c crude and oafish figure
With the coming of tides won't you bring gods alive
Your god of hope and vigour
Clasped tightly in his army there was a harp like treasure
Of cut wood and gold and was set with rough jewels
For battle it was played to render bloodlust

cnd after it played
The women and the men
Went to their feast and twisted loving

For once Dagda's harp began to play
The men and the women
They transformed

(Oh Dagda! Tuatha Dé Danann, Our Protector)
(Oh Dagda! Tuatha Dé Danann, Our Protector)

For once Dagda's harp began to play
The men and the women
They transformed

(Oh Dagda! Tuatha Dé Danann, Our Protector)
(Oh Dagda! Tuatha Dé Danann, Our Protector)

cnd after it played
The women and the men
Went to their feast and twisted loving

For once Dagda's harp began to play
The men and the women
They transformed

For once Dagda's harp began to play
The men and the women
They transformed

Oh Dagda! Tuatha Dé Danann
Our Protector

Oh Dagda! Tuatha Dé Danann
Our Protector
Oh Dagda! Tuatha Dé Danann
Our Protector