Coinleach Ghlas An Fhomhair Lyrics - Clannad

[from gerard manning's list of clannad lyrics] 

I. 

Ar chonnlaigh ghlais an fhoghmhair 

A stirn gur dhearc m uaim 

Ba deas do chos I mbrig 

'sba r-dheas do leagan siubhail. 

Do ghruaidh ar dhath na rsa 

'sdo chirnn bh fighte dlith 

Monuar gan sinn 'r bpsadh 

N'r brd luinge 'triall 'un siubhail. 

Ii. 

T buachaill na h-ite seo 

A' gartha 'gus ag irghe teann 

Is lucht na gcochn rd 

A' denamh fruis do mo chailn donn 

D ngluaiseadh r na spinne 

Thar sile 's a shlighte cruinn 

Bhrighfinn far is fsach 

's bhinn ar limh le mo chailn donn. 

Iii. 

Ceannacht buaibh ar aontaigh' 

D mbnn agus mo chailn donn 

Gluais is tar a chad-searc 

N go dtidh muid thar ghaoth-bearra 'nonn 

Go sgartar n-a chile 

Brr na gcraobh 's an eala n tuinn 

N sgarfar sin chile 

's nl ach baois dbh chur 'n mur gcionn. 

Iv. 

Chuir m leitir scrobhtha 

Annsoir mo sweetheart agus casaoid ghar 

Chuir s chugam ars 

Go rabh a croidhe istuigh I lr mo chlibh. 

Cum na h-eala is mne 

N'n soda 's n cluimh na n-an 

Nach trom an osna ghnm-se 

Nuair a smaoitighim ar a bheith 'sgaradh li. 

V. 

's chuala m/e d domhnaigh 

Mar chmhrdh 'gabhil eadar mhnibh 

Go rabh s 'gabhil 'a psadh 

Ar igfhear d bhfuil san it. 

A stirn glac mo chomhairle 

's a' foghmhar seo fan mar t 

's cha leigim le 'bhfuil beo th 

A str n 's t mo ghrdh. 

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.