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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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Macmeanmna

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Released in: 1994

Language: Irish

Translations: English

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