John Spillane - Rinn Na Mara lyrics

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Shaothraíos an talamh dorcha sa pharóiste faoin leaba

Gur fhás crann ard castáin go déanach san oíche

Fréamha mo chosa, craobhacha mo lámha

Fréamha mo chosa, cosa insan láib

Duilliúr mo ghruaig, ag séideadh sa ghaoth

Aniar aduaidh, cé a dhúiseoidh mé?

Téir síos go Rinn na Mara tá aimitis ar an trá

Cuir in uisce reatha é go ceann trí lá

Ceangail I gceirt is caith ar do chorp

Corcra an lia, corcra an chloch

Aniar aduaidh an t-éinín is lú

Aon fhocal uaidh, sin a dhúiseoidh tú.

Translation;

I worked the dark land in the parish under the bed

Till there grew a tall chestnut tree late in the night

My feet are the roots, my arms the branches

My feet the roots, roots in the earth

My hair the leaves, waving in the wind

From the northwest, who will wake me up?

Go down to the point of the sea there's amethyst on the strand

Place it in running water for three days

Wrap it in a cloth and wear it on your body

Purple the healer, purple the stone

From the northwest the tiniest of birds

One word from him, that's what will wake you up.<br />

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Thanks to razvan