Máire Bhraonáin [Clannad]

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THEME FROM HARRYS GAME by CLANNAD


Imtheochaidh soir is siar

A dtainig ariamh

An ghealach is an ghrian


Fol lol the doh fol the day

Fol the doh fol the day


Imtheochaidh an ghealach's an ghrian

An Daoine og is a chail 'na dhiadh


Fol lol the doh fol the day

Fol the doh fol the day


Fol lol the doh fol the day

Fol the doh fol the day


Imtheochaidh a dtainig ariamh

an duine og is a chail ne dhiadh


Fol lol the doh fol the day

Fol the doh fol the day


Translation
I will go east and go west

[To the places] from whence came

The moon and the sun


The moon and the sun will go

And the young man

With his reputation behind him


I will go wherever he came from -

The young man with his reputation behind him

(Note: Theme for 'Last of the Mohicans, hence the Indian texts)

Hope is your survival
A captive path I lead

No matter where you go
I will find you
If it takes a long long time
No matter where you go
I will find you
If it takes a thousand years

(Mohican)
Nachgochema
Anetaha
Anachemowagan

No matter where you go
I will find you
In the place with no frontiers
No matter where you go
I will find you
If it takes a thousand years

(Cherokee)
Hale wao yu ga I sv
Do na dio sv I
Wi ja lo sv
Ha le wao yu
Do na dlo sv

No matter where you go
I will find you
If it takes a long long time
No matter where you go
I will find you
If it takes a thousand years

No matter where you go
I will find you
In the place with no frontiers
No matter where you go
I will find you
If it takes a thousand years

No matter where you go
I will find you

Is cosuil gur mheath tu no gur threig tu an greann
Ta an sneachta go freasach fa bheal na mbeann'
Do chul bui daite is do bheilin samh
Siud chugaibh Mary Chinidh is i ndiaidh an Eirne shnamh

"A mhaithrin mhilis" duirt Maire bhan
Fa bhruach an chladaigh is fa bheal na tra
"Maighdean mhara mo mhaithrin ard"
Siud chugaibh Mary Chinidh is i ndiaidh an Eirne shnamh

Ta mise tuirseach agus beidh go la
Mo Mhaire bhruinneall is mo Phadraig ban
Ar bharr na dtonnta is fa bheal na tra
Siud chugaibh Mary Chinidh is i ndiaidh an Eirne shnamh

Bhi mise i ngra le cailin
Le blianta anuas
Liza ab ainm di
Ach go tobann thanaig si chugam
Le sceal a bhris mo chroi

Liza
Liza mo stor
Liza
Fan liom

Chuartaigh mise thoir
Agus chuartaigh mise thiar
Chuartaigh me aris fe dho
Go dtainig an la ar phill mo ghra
Le fanacht liom go deo

Liza
Liza mo stor
Liza
Fan liom

Bhi Liza ar shiul gan doigh
Ni thanaig si mo thoir
Bhi Liza in bean gan cheill
Ach is cuma ta muid go sona
I mbothan beag linn fein

Liza
Liza mo stor
Liza
Fan liom

Take me for a walk in the morning dew, honey
Take me for a walk in the morning dew today
You can't go walking in the morning dew, my love
You can't go walking in the morning dew today

Oh listen, I hear some moaning on
I know I hear a man moaning on
You didn't hear a man moan at all
You didn't hear a man moan at all

But I know I hear my baby crying, "Mama"
I know I hear my daughter crying, "Mama"
You'll never hear your baby cry again
You'll never hear your baby cry again

You'll never hear your baby cry again
You'll never hear your baby cry again

Take me for a walk in the morning dew, honey
Take me for a walk in the morning dew today
You can't go walking in the morning dew, my love
You can't go walking in the morning dew today
You can't go walking in the morning dew today

It was on a fine summer's morning
The birds sweetly tune on each bough
And as I walked out for my pleasure
I saw a maid milking a cow

Her voice was so enchanting, melodious
Left me quite unable to go
My heart, it was loaded with sorrow
For the pretty maid milking her cow

Then to her I made my advances
"good morrow most beautiful maid
Your beauty my heart so entrances"
"pray sir do not banter," she said


"i'm not such a rare precious jewel
That I should enamour you so
I am but a poor little milk girl,"
Says the pretty maid milking her cow

The indies afford no such jewel
So bright, so transparently clear
I do not add things to my funeral
Consent but to know me my dear

Oh, had I the lamp of aladdin
Or the wealth that gold mines can bestow
I'd rather be poor in a cottage
With the pretty girl milking her cow.

From jason carns
Thios cois na tra domh, in ndoimhneacht na h-oiche
An saol mhor ina gcodhladh, 's mise liom fein
Na h-eanacha mara ag scairtigh go leanmhar
Cosuil le h-anamnacha bochta I bpein.

Iomlan gealai 's iomlan rabharta
Aoibhneas 's ciuineas, 's ailleacht sa domhain
Cronan na fairrige ag dul siar ar mo chluasa
Bog-cheol an uisce ag sileadh san abhainn.

Istigh ar na h-inseain ta sean-reilig bheannaithe
An ait inar mhaireadh naoimh san aimsir fado
Ta daoine istigh ann ag chaith seal go h-aerach
Ni shiulfaidh siad thar fan chladaigh nios mo.

Bhuail uaigneas m'intinn 's me ag amharc ar an reilig
's me ag meadhradh ar dhaoine istigh ann ina lui
Fir a's mna oga, seandaoine 's paisti
Muintir mo mhuintir 's cairde mo chroi.

Ta na coiligh ag glaoch 's na realta ag banu
Ta an ghealach ina lui 's ni fada go la
Slan agat anois a shean-reilig bheannaithe
's na daoine a shiulfadh liom sios cois na tra.

Translation


From jason carns
Down by the beach, in the deep of night
The big world is sleeping and I am alone
The sea-birds are calling sorrowfully
Like poor souls in pain

Total purity and total abundance (? )
Bliss and calmness and beauty in the world
The murmur of the sea going into my ears
The soft song of the water flowing in the river.

Above on the headland* there is a blessed old cemetery
The place in which saints lived in times long ago
There are people within spending a while carefree
The will not walk round on the shore any more.

Loneliness strikes my spirits as I look at the cemetery
And I'm thinking about the people in there sleeping
Men and young women, old people and children
People of my people and friends of my heart.

The cocks are crowing and the stars are fading
The moon is setting and it's not long until day
Goodbye now blessed old cemetery
And to the people who walked with me down by the beach.

(above...)* a rough translation. couldn't find the word "inseain", but think it means something like this.

There is a place on the east
Mysterious ring, a Magical Ring of Stones
The druids have lived there once they said,
forgotten is the race that no-one knows.

Chorus:
Rum de rum 'rud a derimo
Rum de rum 'rud a derimo

The circled tomb of a different age
Secret lines carved on ancient stone.
Heroic Kings laid down to rest
Forgotten is the race that no-one knows.

Wait for the sun on a winter's day
and a beam of light shines across the floor.
Mysterious ring, a Magical Ring.
But forgotten is the race that no-one knows.

With the sun right through,
departed into darkness,
I need someone too;
The fantasy and you

Now is here,
Here is now
Na na na na

You inspire
Peace of heart
Na na na na

With the words like air
The destiny we share
Is a dream come true
The fantasy and you

By chance it was I met my love
It did me much surprise
Down by a shady myrtle grove
Just as the sun did rise.
The birds they sang right gloriously
And pleasent was the air
And there was non save she and I
among the flowers fair.

In dewy grass and green we walked
She timid was and coy
How can'st thou choose but pity me
My pretty pearl, my joy
How comes it that thou stroll this way?
Sweet maiden tell me true
Before bright Phoebus' glittering ray
Has supped the morning dew?

I go to tend the flocks I love
The ewes and tender lambs
That pasture by the myrtle grove
That gambol by their dams
There I enjoy a pure content
At dawning of the day
Then, hand in hand, we lovers went
To see the flock at play.

And as we wended down the road
I said to her, "Sweet maid,
Three years I in my place abode
And three more must be stayed
The three that I am bound so fast
O fairest wait for me
And when the weary years are past
Then wedded we will be."

"Three years are long, three times too long
Too lengthy the delay"
And then I answered in my song
"Hope wastes them quick away
Where love is fervent, fain and fast
And knoweth not decay
There nimbly fleet the seasons past
Accounted as one day."

I
Ar chonnlaigh ghlais an Fhoghmhair
A stoirin gur dhearc me uaim
Ba deas do chos I mbroig
'Sba ro-dheas do leagan siubhail
Do ghruaidh ar dhath na rosai
'Sdo chuirnini bhi fighte dluith
Monuar gan sinn 'ar bposadh
No'r bord luinge 'triall 'un siubhail
II
Ta buachailli na h-aite seo
A' gartha 'gus ag eirghe teann
Is lucht na gcochan ard
A' deanamh faruis do mo chailin donn
Da ngluaiseadh Ri na Spainne
Thar saile 's a shloighte cruinn
Bhruighfinn fear is fasach
'S bheinn ar laimh le mo chailin donn

III
Ceannacht buaibh ar aontaigh'
Da mbinn agus mo chailin donn
Gluais is tar a chead-searc
No go dteidh muid thar Ghaoth-Bearra 'nonn
Go sgartar o n-a cheile
Barr na gcraobh 's an eala on tuinn
Ni sgarfar sin o cheile
'S nil ach baois dibh a chur 'n mur gcionn

IV
Chuir me leitir scriobhtha
Annsoir mo sweetheart agus casaoid ghear
Chuir si chugam aris i
Go rabh a croidhe istuigh I lar mo chleibh
Cum na h-eala is mine
Na'n sioda 's na cluimh na n-ean
Nach trom an osna ghnim-se
Nuair a smaoitighim ar a bheith 'sgaradh lei

V
'Se chuala m/e De Domhnaigh
Mar chomhradh 'gabhail eadar mhnaibh
Go rabh si 'gabhail 'a posadh
Ar oigfhear da bhfuil san ait
A stoirin glac mo chomhairle
'S a' foghmhar seo fan mar ta
'S cha leigim le 'bhfuil beo thu
A stor no 's tu mo ghradh

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

A'nion mhin o, sin anall na fir shuiri
A mhaithair mhin o! cuir na roithlean go dti me

Dulaman na Binne Bui, Dulaman Gaelach
Dulaman na farraige, "s e b"fhearr a bhi in Eirinn

Ta cosa dubha dubailte ar an dulaman gaelach
Ta dha chluais mhaol ar an dulaman gaelach

(Chorus)

Rachaimid go Doire leis an dulaman gaelach
Is ceannoimid broga daora ar an dulaman gaelach

(Chorus)

Broga breaca dubha ar an dulaman gaelach
Ta bearead agus trius ar an dulaman gaelach

(Chorus)

O chuir me sceala chuici, go gceannoinn cior di
'Se an sceal a chuir si chugam, go raibh a ceann ciortha

(Chorus)

O cha bhfaigheann tu mo 'nion, arsa an dulaman gaelach
Bheul, fuadoidh me liom I, arsa an dulaman maorach

(Chorus)

eirigh suas a stoirin mura bfhuil tu do shui
Foscail a' doras agus lig mise 'un ti
Ta buideal I'm aice bhearfas deoch
Do mhnaoi an ti
A's ta suil 'gam nach ndiultuigheann
Tu me fa do nion

Nuair a eirighim amach ar maidin
Agus dearcaim uaim siar
Is dearcaim ar a'bhaile ud a bhfuil
Agam le ghabhail ann
Tuiteann na deora na sroite liom sios
Agus gniomh se mile osna a
Ta cosuil le cumhaidh

I ngleanntain na coilleadh uagni


Is lag bronach a bim
o dhomnach go domhnach 's
Me ag cathamh mo shaol
'me feitheamh gach trathnona ce
Shiuluil 'na rod no ce thiocfadh 'n ti
's gan duine ar an domhan mhor a thiocfadh
's thogfadh mo chroi

A mhaili a cheadsearc na
Treig thusa me go brach
Nach bhfuil me do dhiadh gach aon la
Fa mhalaidh na n-ard
Is tu cruithneach ar mhna eireann
Is tu an pearla 'ta doiligh 'fhail
Is dar mhionna mo bheil ni breag e
Go bhfuil me leatsa I ngra

Ag feis no dail nil bean le fail
Chomh sciamhach le mo Mhaire
Ta aice cneas bog ban a 's deas
Do chuirfeadh lil' faoi naire;
'san domhan seo, nil aon chroi chomh dil
No cailin ta nios fire -
'measc og no sean 'si plur na mban
Is ise brod na tire.

Ta gruaig mo stoir mar fhainni oir
A'titim sios go talamh;
Thar muineal ban a 's guaille lan
A cuma 'ta mar dhealbh.
Gi glan soilear gach realt 'san speir
Ta suil mo ghra nios glaine
's binne glor mo chailin oig
Na clairsi ciuin na cruinne.

'Measc aos og i leathar brog
Ar urlar, cuirt no pairliuin
Nior sheas le taobh aon fhear ariamh
Bean-rinceoir leath chomh halainn
Ma bhris si croi aon oganiagh
Gan breag do bhris si ceadta
'gus ta na mna fail bhais gach la
Le troim'is neart a n-eada.

Ag feis no dail nil bean le fail
Chomh sciamhach le mo Mhaire
Ta aice cneas bog ban a 's deas
Do chuirfeadh lil' faoi naire;
'san domhan seo, nil aon chroi chomh dil
No cailin ta nios fire -
'measc og no sean 'si plur na mban
Is ise brod na tire.

I wish I was on yonder hill
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill,
And every tear would turn a mill,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

Shule, shule, shule aroon,
Shule go succir agus, shule go kewn,
Shule go durrus oggus aylig lume,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel,
I'll sell my only spinning wheel,
To buy my love a sword of steel
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

Shule, shule, shule aroon,
Shule go succir agus, shule go kewn,
Shule go durrus oggus aylig lume,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

I'll dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red,
And 'round the world I'll beg my bread,
Until my parents shall wish me dead,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

Shule, shule, shule aroon,
Shule go succir agus, shule go kewn,
Shule go durrus oggus aylig lume,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
I wish I had my heart again,
And vainly think I'd not complain,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

Shule, shule, shule aroon,
Shule go succir agus, shule go kewn,
Shule go durrus oggus aylig lume,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

But now my love has gone to France,
To try his fortune to advance;
If he e'er come back, 'tis but a chance,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

Shule, shule, shule aroon,
Shule go succir agus, shule go kewn,
Shule go durrus oggus aylig lume,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

(from gerard manning's list of clannad lyrics)
Curfa (chorus)

Teir abhaile riu
Teir abhaile riu
Teir abhaile riu mhary
Teir abhaile riu 's fan sa bhaile
Mar ta do mhargadh deanta.

Verse

Is cuma ce dhein e no nar dhein
Is cuma ce dhein e mhary
Is cuma ce dhein e no nar dhein mar
Ta do mhargadh deanta.


Curfa

Pos an piobaire
Pos an piobaire
Pos an piobaire mhary
Pos an piobaire dtus na hoiche
Is beidh se agat ar maidin.

Curfa

Nil do mmhargadh
Ta do mharghad
Nil mo mhardadh deanta
Ta do mhargadh
Nil do mhargadh
Ta do mhargadh deanta

Mo bheannacht le na buachailli a dimigh uain thar saile,
Ach dfag siad culaith dheas orm le dhul amach de domhnaigh,
Cota mor go talamh agus bheiste den tsioda laidir,
Briste bhi san fhaisean agus broga de'n leathar spainneach.

Curfa
Oro na buachailli, na buachailli bhi alainn,
Oro na buachailli, na buachailli bhi alainn.

Nuair a tchimsa an fharraige garbh o se mo chroi bios craite,
Ag saoineadh ar na buachailli mar bhionn siad ins na badai,


Ach guim-sa ri na naingeal se shorcuios na plaineid,
's go dtuga se slan na buachailli ar chontuirt a bheith baite.

Curfa

Fuair me litir as albain 's ni raibh se in mo shasamh,
Gur posadh na buachailli ar chailini na h-aite,
Ach ni nar mhaith linn acu iad da mbeadh siad inar sasamh,
Ach cailini na n-oilean 's iad an dream a bhfearr linn.

Curfa

Back in my schooldays, acting the fool days
One and one and one is three
And the man said, "Hey, come and cut yourself a piece of the big time"
Armor-clad forces, riding Trojan horses
Never made sense to me
I didn't want to be a part of the great debate on moonshine

(chorus)
"Stop, pay the price," they said to me
"Take this advice, you're out of your head"
I said, "Stop, hold the phone
This has to be cut to the bone
Too bad, I see red, I see red, I see red"

Sly man stumbles, twists and he tumbles
He always lands on his feet
And he sets his face towards the far horizon
Won't you come this way? Can't you go that way?
But his rhythm don't miss a beat
'Cause he's doing everything he can to keep surviving

"Stop, pay the price," they said to me
"Take this advice, you're out of your head"

chorus

So who wants a riot? People should be quiet
Don't we give them good TV?
You can learn to love your lifetime of distraction
Nothing on the inside, nothing on the outside
All the way from A to Z
I can live without that kind of satisfaction

chorus (4x)

There is a place on the east
Mysterious ring, a Magical Ring of Stones
The druids have lived there once they said,
forgotten is the race that no-one knows.

Chorus:
Rum de rum 'rud a derimo
Rum de rum 'rud a derimo

The circled tomb of a different age
Secret lines carved on ancient stone.
Heroic Kings laid down to rest
Forgotten is the race that no-one knows.

Wait for the sun on a winter's day
and a beam of light shines across the floor.
Mysterious ring, a Magical Ring.
But forgotten is the race that no-one knows.

You can win or lose and be excused
The sudden change of plan
As a reality, it's very clear
But a loser always loses in the end
Always in the end

(chorus)
For a long time now
I'm passing time
Still I know somehow
I'll learn to try
I'm passing time

You may ask for gifts, just anyone
The right
I'm not so sure it's anything at all
For a loser is still losing in the end
Losing in the end

Chorus (2x)

Yes, I am aware of passing time
Without a care in sight
I can feel the changes coming very soon
And a loser won't be losing in the end
Losing in the end

Chorus

Passing time
Passing time

Ar mo tharraingt siar go Carn tSiail dom,

Go haonach bliantuil n Feil' Muire Mor

Tharla an ainnir as an taobh aniar dom

Is i go cianmhar 'gabhail tharam sa rod.

Dar liom fein, o, gur scar mo chiall uaim

Mar bheinn ag siabhran no seal ag ol,

Chonacthas domhsa gur dhorcha an ghrian gheal

Le taobh 'ach dealramh 'raibh ina grua mar ros.

Bheannaios fein go preab don mhaighdean

Agus feasbhaidh ceille ni raibh in mo ghlor,

D'fhiafir me fein di 'raibh aon fhear in Eirinn

A ghlacfadh si 'e roghain orm ins an rod.

D'fhiafir si domhsa ca raibh mo leine,

Mo bhuig, mo bheabhar, 's gan fiu na mbrog,

Go mb'annamh a chonaic sise sac ma eideadh

Ar fhear ag breagadh cailin og.

A chuileann fainneach, ma thug me gra duit

Na cuir i gcas me fa bheith gan doigh,

Agus gheobhaidh tu aoibhneas ar hallai bana,

Fion na Spainne gheobhair seal le hol.

D'fhiafir si domhsa an mar siud ba ghnach liom

Bheith ag siul na n-ardan ar bheagan stro.

Is e duirt me leithi nar chleacht mise 'athrach,

Ach ainnir alainn agus gloine ar bord.

Nil siud ait o iochar Fhanad

Nach bhfuil me i ngra le bean no dho,

Bean sna Rosa thiar i Min na Manrach,

O thaobh Ghleann Atha 'go dti 'n Mhucais Mhor,

Dis i mBaoilleach, dis i mBaineach,

Bean in Arainn 's a chois Ghaoth Dobhair,

O Leitir Ceanainn go dti mullach Ghaigin

'S go Curraoin Mhanuis a chois an roid.

THEME FROM HARRYS GAME by CLANNAD


Imtheochaidh soir is siar

A dtainig ariamh

An ghealach is an ghrian


Fol lol the doh fol the day

Fol the doh fol the day


Imtheochaidh an ghealach's an ghrian

An Daoine og is a chail 'na dhiadh


Fol lol the doh fol the day

Fol the doh fol the day


Fol lol the doh fol the day

Fol the doh fol the day


Imtheochaidh a dtainig ariamh

an duine og is a chail ne dhiadh


Fol lol the doh fol the day

Fol the doh fol the day


Translation
I will go east and go west

[To the places] from whence came

The moon and the sun


The moon and the sun will go

And the young man

With his reputation behind him


I will go wherever he came from -

The young man with his reputation behind him

Lookin' round and round again
That's me, oh that's me
Far away on my own again
A day goes by in Tower Hill

Silent screams,
Is there someone at the door?

Light is on, lit fire round
It's me, you're home
Blue and grey, and seas apart
Another night at Tower Hill

Silent screams,
Is there someone at the door?

Silent screams,
Silent screams,
Is there someone at the door?

Sit inline and count to ten
Still near, right here
Movin' round this empty room
I'm sorry now, at Tower Hill

Silent screams,
Is there someone at the door?

Idir dha laimh
Daoine fiuntach
Scriobh an ogham
I mbanba oir

I nglas heinne
Fial o naduir
Fonn ceoil
I mbanba oir

Lios na aileach
Draicht draiotheach
Tuamai rithe
I mbanba oir

Clochan naofa
Cill is caisleain
Truit na gceilteach
I mbanba oir

Idir dha laimh
Daoine fiuntach
Scriobh an ogham
I mbanba oir

I nglas heinne
Fial o naduir
Fonn ceoil
I mbanba oir

Lios na aileach
Draicht draiotheach
Tuamai rithe
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