Seo mo mhallacht ar na mná,. 's iad a mhearaigh mé 'gus rinne mo chrá,. Thit mé I dtús mo shaoil I ngrá le spéirbhe,an álainn óg. Is mheall sí lena glorthaí mé..
Or Mhire Bhruinneal blth na Finne. 'Ndaidh m do lean aint anair anall. O ba bhinne liom do bhal n no cuacha Seinm. 'S t dfhg mise i ndeallara 'bhis. .
When many roads lead to nowhere. And all the places look the same. Everywhere. . You just call me. You just call 'cause I'll be there. . So many words said forever.
You play games in the street. Who to trust and who to meet?. Sweet justice hard to find. Say the same with deceit. Take no blame in defeat. Sweet justice hard to find.
Bh mise i ngr le cailn. Le blianta anuas. Liza ab ainm di. Ach go tobann thnaig s chugam. Le scal a bhris mo chro. . Chorus (after each verse):. Liza.
Can't you feel the changed in a different way. When you listen?. Like standing in the cold on a rainy day. It didn't really matter. . It was just a shame on another day.
As I went a-walking in the North Country,. Down by Kirby Steven I happened for to be,. As I was a-walking up and down the street,. A pretty little buy-a-broom I chanced for to meet..
Let me see generation times. Will we hear children singing rhymes. Sweet memories gone by, they're gone by. . Let me be wiser with my eyes. Let me see my love by my side.
'Tis the last rose of summer,. Left blooming alone.. All her lovely companions. Are faded and gone.. No flow'r of her kindred,. No rosebud is nigh,. To reflect back her blushes.
'tis the last rose of summer,. Left blooming alone.. All her lovely companions. Are faded and gone.. No flow'r of her kindred,. No rosebud is nigh,. To reflect back her blushes.
The kingdom of stone is on the wild and distant rolling hills. Solitary land stands alone and silence fought. . And look into the dark and endless skies.
Blue waves are rolling. Visions in my mind. Of a strange voice calling. Journey's at an end, journey's at an end. (Journey's at an end, journey's at an end).
There's a rumor spreading all around. We're on the way. To a change of setting homeward bound. Autumn day. . 'Cause indoor we will light the fire. Light the fires of hope.
This heart of mine won't keep or believe in the secret. Like the moss on a stone. This heart of mine won't beat it just carries itself away. These parting times won't break me.