Clannad - Coinleach Ghlas An Fhomhair Lyrics
[from gerard mannings list of clannad lyrics]I.Ar chonnlaigh ghlais an fhoghmhairA stirn gur dhearc m uaimBa deas do chos I mbrigsba r-dheas do leagan siubhail.Do ghruaidh ar dhath na rsasdo chirnn bh fighte dlithMonuar gan sinn r bpsadhNr brd luinge triall un siubhail.Ii.T buachaill na h-ite seoA gartha gus ag irghe teannIs lucht na gcochn rdA denamh fruis do mo chailn donnD ngluaiseadh r na spinneThar sile s a shlighte cruinnBhrighfinn far is fsachs bhinn ar limh le mo chailn donn.Iii.Ceannacht buaibh ar aontaighD mbnn agus mo chailn donnGluais is tar a chad-searcN go dtidh muid thar ghaoth-bearra nonnGo sgartar n-a chileBrr na gcraobh s an eala n tuinnN sgarfar sin chiles nl ach baois dbh chur n mur gcionn.Iv.Chuir m leitir scrobhthaAnnsoir mo sweetheart agus casaoid gharChuir s chugam arsGo rabh a croidhe istuigh I lr mo chlibh.Cum na h-eala is mneNn soda s n cluimh na n-anNach trom an osna ghnm-seNuair a smaoitighim ar a bheith sgaradh li.V.s chuala m/e d domhnaighMar chmhrdh gabhil eadar mhnibhGo rabh s gabhil a psadhAr igfhear d bhfuil san it.A stirn glac mo chomhairles a foghmhar seo fan mar ts cha leigim le bhfuil beo thA str n s t mo ghrdh.Translation[from larry keith ogle]On the green stubble-fields of autumnI saw you, my sweetheart.Nice were your feet in shoesAnd wonderful your nimble gait.Your hair the color of rosesAnd your ringlets tightly plaitedAlas that were not marriedOr on board ship sailing awayThe boys around here areLaughing and getting boldAnd the people of the high straw?Are making ? ? of my brown girlIf the king of spain wouldGo abroad with his assembled menI would flatten grass and rank grassAnd I would be with my brown girlBuying cows at the fairIf I were ? and my brown girlGo and come first loveUntil we go over to gaoth-bearraUntil we separate from each otherThe tops of the branches and the swanFrom the waves ?That wont separate usAnd its only folly for you to put it ? ?I wrote a letterTo my sweetheart and a sharp complaintShe sent it back to meThat her heart was inside me.Compose the artsswannoble person ?Finer than silk or bird feathersHeavy is my sighWhen I think of being apart from her.What I heard on sundayAs conversation among the womenThat she was going to be marriedTo a young man from the place.Sweetheart take my adviceAnd this autumn stay as you areAnd dont tell anyone, my love,That you are my love.
