Why must I worry?. Try not to hurry like other people. Why must I hurry?. 'Cause you know yourself. That is not the way. . Who am I, to tell you lies.
Rothai an t'saoil ag casadh leo. Nil imeacht uaidh go deo. Daoine corr an t'saoil ag goid leo. Ni cuma leo go foill. . The wheels of the world keep on turning.
There I go saying the same old things. Something to rhyme or to cling to. When times were tough, I didn't say enough. Like some sweet lines to say to you, relate to you.
Rothai an t'saoil ag casadh leo. Nil imeacht uaidh go deo. Daoine corr an t'saoil ag goid leo. Ni cuma leo go foill. (the wheels of the world keep on turning.
(Trad.; Arr. by Ciaran Brennan). Ag uirchill a' chreagain sea chodail mise. 'Reir faoi bhron. Is le heiri na maid'ne thainig sinnir fa mo. Dhein le poig.
There were two sisters side by side. Sing aye-dum, sing aye-day. There were two sisters side by side. The boys are born for me. There were two sisters side by side.
Let me show you a face in disguise. A colour that's faded, swept aside by the tide. Scene after scene, later. There's a grey dust that's in our eyes. .
Thos i lr an ghleanna trthnna beag arir. Agus an drcht ina dheora geala ina lu ar bharr an fhir,. Sea casadh domsa ar ainnir ab ille gnis is pearsa. Is sheol mo stuaim chun seachrin trthnna beag arir.
Looking around and around again. That's mean, oh that's mean. Far away on my own again. At gagans rye(? ) and tower hill. . Silence sweet. Is there someone out there too?.
Thos cois na tr domh, in ndoimhneacht na h-oche. An saol mhor ina gcodhladh, 's mise liom fin. Na h-anacha mara ag scairtigh go lanmhar. Cosil le h-anamnacha bochta i bpin..
From jason carns. Thos cois na tr domh, in ndoimhneacht na h-oche. An saol mhor ina gcodhladh, 's mise liom fin. Na h-anacha mara ag scairtigh go lanmhar.
Everything is foolhardy. And never is so good. Who will need an explanation. If all is understood. . This time has come again. Its all shining through.
Imtheochaidh soir is siar. A dtainig ariamh. An ghealach is an ghrian. . Fol lol the doh fol the day. Fol the day fol the day. . Imtheochaidh an ghealachs an ghrian.
Hear a man with a wounded past. While walking on, I overheard. He said, "He was right by bein' wrong". . Hear a man with a wounded child. He lifted her and then she cried.
The mist has cleared from Muckish Hill. Our parting coming nearer. The last embrace, the final touch. With nothing more to say. Nothing more to say. .
[from gerard manning's list of clannad lyrics]. Curf (chorus). . Tir abhaile ri. Tir abhaile ri. Tir abhaile ri mhary. Tir abhaile ri 's fan sa bhaile.