Clannad Lyrics

Album: Clannad 2

Coinleach Ghlas An Fhomhair Lyrics

[From Gerard Manning's List of Clannad Lyrics]

I.

Ar chonnlaigh ghlais an Fhoghmhair

A stГіirГ­n gur dhearc mГ© uaim

Ba deas do chos i mbrГіig

'Sba rГі-dheas do leagan siubhail.

Do ghruaidh ar dhath na rГіsaГ­

'Sdo chuirnГ­nГ­ bhГ­ fighte dluith

Monuar gan sinn 'Г¡r bpГіsadh

NГі'r bГіrd luinge 'triall 'un siubhail.

II.

TГ¡ buachaillГ­ na h-Г¡ite seo

A' gartha 'gus ag Г©irghe teann

Is lucht na gcochГ¡n Г¡rd

A' deГ¡namh fГ¡ruis do mo chailГ­n donn

DГ¡ ngluaiseadh RГ­ na SpГ¡inne

Thar sГ¡ile 's a shlГіighte cruinn

Bhruighfinn fГ©ar is fГ¡sach

'S bhГ©inn ar lГ¡imh le mo chailГ­n donn.

III.

Ceannacht buaibh ar aontaigh'

DГ¡ mbГ­nn agus mo chailГ­n donn

Gluais is tar a chГ©ad-searc

NГі go dtГ©idh muid thar Ghaoth-Bearra 'nonn

Go sgartar Гі n-a chГ©ile

BГ¡rr na gcraobh 's an eala Гіn tuinn

NГ­ sgarfar sin Гі chГ©ile

'S nГ­l ach baois dГ­bh Г¡ chur 'n mur gcionn.

IV.

Chuir mГ© leitir scrГ­obhtha

Annsoir mo sweetheart agus casaoid ghГ©ar

Chuir sГ­ chugam arГ­s Г­

Go rabh a croidhe istuigh i lГ¡r mo chlГ©ibh.

Cum na h-eala is mГ­ne

NГ¡'n sГ­oda 's nГ¡ cluimh na n-Г©an

Nach trom an osna ghnГ­m-se

Nuair a smaoitighim ar a bheith 'sgaradh lГ©i.

V.

'SГ© chuala m/e DГ© Domhnaigh

Mar chГіmhrГ¡dh 'gabhГ¡il eadar mhnГ¡ibh

Go rabh sГ­ 'gabhГ¡il 'a pГіsadh

Ar Гіigfhear dГ¡ bhfuil san Г¡it.

A stГіirГ­n glac mo chomhairle

'S a' foghmhar seo fan mar tГ¡

'S cha leigim le 'bhfuil beo thu

A stГіr nГі 's tu mo ghrГ¡dh.


Translation

[From Larry Keith Ogle]


On the green stubble-fields of Autumn

I saw you, my sweetheart.

Nice were your feet in shoes

And wonderful your nimble gait.

Your hair the color of roses

And your ringlets tightly plaited

Alas that we're not married

Or on board ship sailing away

The boys around here are

Laughing and getting bold

And the people of the high straw?

Are making ?? of my brown girl

If the King of Spain would

Go abroad with his assembled men

I would flatten grass and rank grass

And I would be with my brown girl

Buying cows at the fair

If I were ? and my brown girl

Go and come first love

Until we go over to Gaoth-Bearra

Until we separate from each other

The tops of the branches and the swan

from the waves ?

That won't separate us

And it's only folly for you to put it ??

I wrote a letter

To my sweetheart and a sharp complaint

She sent it back to me

That her heart was inside me.

Compose the artsswannoble person ?

Finer than silk or bird feathers

Heavy is my sigh

When I think of being apart from her.

What I heard on Sunday

As conversation among the women

That she was going to be married

To a young man from the place.

Sweetheart take my advice

And this Autumn stay as you are

And don't tell anyone, my love,

That you are my love.