John Spillane

John Spillane - A Song For Rory Gallagher lyrics

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Corcra an dath atá ar ghruaig mo ghrá

Is is duibhe ná dubh iad bratacha a lámh

Corcra an dath atá ar ghruaig mo ghrá

Ag sileadh anuas ar a guailne

If I told you what I thought of you the first time that I saw you

With the sun in your hair and the world at your feet

And the future far behind you

Would you care to remember or dare to remember me?

Rory, Rory, Rory?

You had eyes for no one anyone could see

And the dead ones among us said they'd seen you before

Only the air seemed brighter and our hearts felt lighter

When you took us out of this world

Rory, Rory

Can you hear me?

Rory?

Corcra an dath atá ar ghruaig mo ghrá

Is is duibhe ná dubh iad bratacha a lámh

Corcra an dath atá ar ghruaig mo ghrá

Ar foluain os cionn mo chroí

If I told you that I thought of you every now and then

And again when the moon disappears

Since you walked out the door on the far side of here

With our hearts held safe in your hands

Would you ever look after forever and ever

I know you'll look after me

Rory, Rory, Rory, Rory

Rory, Rory, Rory

Can you hear me?

An é nár airís an tuile

ag líonadh ort, rabharta cos is lámh

a dhein bord loinge den urlár

i Halla na Cathrach

is ná líonfaidh feasta an poll

a d'fhágais ar ardán I do dhiaidh?

An mbraitheann tú anois é,

ár ngile mearluaimneach méar,

agus solas na bhflaitheas

ag sluaistiú ciúnais ar shúile

an tslua 'tá buailte le stáitse

ag glaoch ar ais ort ón ndoircheacht

Rory Rory Rory

An gcloiseann tú anois ár nguí?

An gcloiseann tú anois ár nguí?

An gcloiseann tú anois ár nguí?

An gcloiseann tú anois ár nguí?

An gcloiseann tú anois ár nguí?

An gcloiseann tú anois ár nguí?

An gcloiseann tú anois ár nguí?

(translation)

Sung:

Purple is the colour of my true love's hair

and blacker than black the flags of her hands

purple is the colour of my true love's hair

spilling down on her shoulders

Purple is the colour of my true love's hair

and blacker than black the flags of her hands

purple is the colour of my true love's hair

flying bravely over my heart

Spoken:

Did you really not hear

the tide flooding in behind you

the waves of pounding feet

that rocked the floor of the City Hall

until it rolled like the deck of a ship

and will never fill the emptiness

you left behind you on stage?

Do you feel it now,

our swiftfingered brightness,

as the light of heaven

shovels silence on the eyes

of the crowd as they press against the stage,

calling you back from the darkness

Rory Rory Rory?

Now do you hear our prayer?

Now do you hear our prayer

Now do you hear our prayer?<br />

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Thanks to razvan

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