Ishbel MacAskill
Ishbel MacAskill - Tha Mo Spiorad Cianail English translation lyrics
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My spirit is mournful
My spirit is mournful Each day of the year My hair has grayed early Since I cannot travel your shores I do not hear the sea at my side Ebbing and flowing Nor the fishing boats Dotted around your bays I do not see seaweed, shellfish Or the sweet branching dulse Though often I bent down To collect them from the rocks And on a misty morning In a bay the boat sails quietly I will not hear the sound of their oars Nor the sound of the sea before them I will not hear the creaking of their creels When they take the fish from them And the little boys shouting Running and jumping barefoot My spirit is mournful Each day of the year My hair has grayed early Since I cannot travel your shores
Tha Mo Spiorad Cianail
Tha mo spiorad cianail Gach latha tha 's a'bhliadhna 'S e dh'hàg mi òg ri liathadh Nach fhaod mi triall do chladaichean Cha chluinn mi sàl ri m' chliadhaich A tràthadh no ri lìonadh 'S na bàtaichean ri iasgach Gu rianail mu do chamusan Chan fhaic mi stamh neo maorach No'n duilisg milis craobhach Ged 's tric a bha mi crùbach Gam buain bheir taobh nan carachan 'S an fheasgar ceòthar bàghach Nì an t-eadhar seòladh sàmhach Cha chluinn mi fuaim nan ràmh aic' Neo fuaim an t-sàl mu'n toiseachs' aic' Cha chluinn mi diog nan clèibh aic' Nuair bhios iad a'toirt an èisg asd 'S na balaich bheag' ag èigheach A'ruith 's a'leum 's iad cas-ruisgte Tha mo spiorad cianail Gach latha tha 's a'bhliadhna 'S e dh'hàg mi òg ri liathadh Nach fhaod mi triall do chladaichean
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