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A Fighter's Lullaby
03:10
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It's all clear now, little one,
Sleep away.
No more fears and disturbia
Will be here to stay.
Let the sky full of stars
Blanket the darkness that gets in your way.
Just hold on to the promises
That tell you to there's soon to be
Much brighter days.
Don't carry your shield and sword
Through those reveries.
Get on the boat, leave them on the shore
While you sail to dream.
Let the sky full of stars
Blanket the darkness that gets in your way.
Just hold on to the promises
That tell you to there's soon to be
Much brighter days.
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CHORUS :
Ho! mo nigh’n dubh
He! mo nigh’n dubh
Mo nighean dubh
‘S tu mo chuachag.
Caidil a luaidh
Fo chobhair nan stuadh
Air bodha na suain
'S do bhruadar 's a' cheòban
Caidil a ghraidh
O caidil mu thràth
Is t'athair air bhàigh
Is fadal mo phòig air
Eala rid' thaobh
Is roin os do chionn
Lacha Mhoire 's a' chaol
'S cha'n fhaobar bhrònag
TRANSLATION:
Sleep beneath
The foam o’ the waves
On reefs of sleep
Dreaming in dew mist.
Thy seabed
The seals o’er head
From reivers dread
Securely guarding
While I croon,
White swan of the moon,
Wild duck of the sound,
By thee are resting.
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Siúil A Rún
04:29
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I wish I was on yonder hill
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill
And every tear would turn a mill
Is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán
I'll sell my rod, I'll sell my reel
I'll sell my only spinning wheel
To buy my love a sword of steel
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
Siúil, siúil, siúil a rún
Siúil go socair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
I'll dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red
And round the world I'll beg my bread
Until my parents shall wish me dead
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
I wish I had my heart again
And vainly think I'd not complain
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
Siúil, siúil, siúil a rún
Siúil go socair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
But now my love has gone to France
to try his fortune to advance
If he e'er comes back 'tis but a chance
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
TRANSLATION OF CHORUS:
Go, go, go my love
Go quietly and peacefully
Go to the door and flee with me
And may you go safely my dear.
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Bheir Mé Ó
04:21
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Bheir mé óró, bhean ó
Bheir mé óró, ó bhean í
Bheir mé óró ó hó
Tá mé brónach ‘s tú i m’dhith
‘ S iomaí oíche fliuch is fuar
Thug mé cuairt is mé liom féin
Nó go ráinig mé san áit
Mar a raibh grá geal mó chléibh
I mo chláirseach ní raibh ceol
I mo mheoraibh ní raibh brí
Nó gur luaigh tú do rún
‘ S fuair mé eolas ar mo dhán
TRANSLATION
I've gone away, oh beautiful woman
I've gone away, oh dear one
I've gone away
I'm sad and missing you.
Many's the cold and wet night
I went out traveling on my own
Until I reached the place
Where the love of my heart lived.
There was no music in my harp
There was no strength in my fingers
Until you told me of your love
And I found my poem.
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All Through the Night
04:07
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Sleep my child and peace attend thee,
All through the night.
Guardian angels, God will send thee,
All through the night.
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping.
I, my loved one's watch, am keeping
All through the night.
Angels watching e'er around thee,
All through the night.
Midnight's slumber close surround thee,
All through the night.
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping.
I, my loved one's watch, am keeping
All through the night.
O'er thy spirit gently stealing,
Visions of delight revealing,
Breathes a pure and holy feeling,
All through the night.
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Madeleine
05:14
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Hey, Madeleine,
I know your world is crashing down,
But save a little courage for me.
Well, I've been lost and found,
But in the days you've been around,
I feel like I could shimmer and be seen.
Hang on, we're almost out of here.
Maybe you sooner than I.
And that's alright...
I won't be far behind,
So sleep tight.
For when it's time to say good-bye,
We'll say good night.
Hey, Madeleine,
So much much for ever growing up,
But really, we should probably be relieved.
Cos once those curtains close,
We'll fly like Peter Pan and Wendy,
Finding freedom in that moment of retreat.
Hang on, we're almost out of here.
Maybe you sooner than I.
And that's alright...
I won't be far behind,
So sleep tight.
For when it's time to say good-bye,
We'll say good night.
Hey, Madeleine,
Your world's no longer crashing down.
I hoped you saved some courage for me,
Cos I'm so scared right now.
But I know next time I see you,
We'll have health and hair
And strength to dance and sing.
Hang on, we're almost out of here.
I'll soon be there by your side.
It's alright...
I won't be far behind,
So sleep tight.
We'll never have to say good-bye.
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Oh, What a World
03:47
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Do you never want to sleep?
Such a shame. There's so much missed
In the hours of waking.
All the tales you've yet to weave,
They can only be discovered
If you dodge the seldom seen.
Oh, what a world...
Oh, what a world to dream.
You may have never left this room,
But throughout the night
That pillow cradled worlds around you.
It's the edges of your universe
That decide the limits of
your ever-growing point of view.
Oh, what a world...
Oh, what a world.
Underneath a goodnight moon
And a blanket full of stars,
Each one a wish that may come true...
Oh, what a world.
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Pangur Bán
04:36
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Messe [ocus] Pangur bán,
cechtar nathar fria saindán;
bíth a menma-sam fri seilgg,
mu menma céin im saincheirdd
Caraim-se fós, ferr cach clú,
oc mu lebrán léir ingnu;
ní foirmtech frimm Pangur bán,
caraid cesin a maccdán.
Ó ru-biam scél cén scis
innar tegdias ar n-oéndis,
táithiunn dichríchide clius
ní fris 'tarddam ar n-áthius.
Gnáth-huaraib ar greassaib gal
glenaid luch ina lín-sam;
os me, du-fuit im lín chéin
dliged ndoraid cu n-dronchéill.
Fúachaid-sem fri freaga fál
a rosc a nglése comlán;
fúachimm chéin fri fégi fis
mu rosc réil, cesu imdis.
Fáelid-sem cu n-déne dul,
hi nglen luch ina gérchrub;
hi-tucu cheist n-doraid n-dil,
os mé chene am fáelid.
Cia beimini amin nach ré
ní derban cách a chéle;
mait le cechtar nár a dán
subaigthiud a óenurán.
Hé fesin as choimsid dáu
in muid du-n-gní cach óenláu;
do thabairt doraid du glé
for mumud céin am messe.
TRANSLATION:
Myself and Pangur, cat and sage
Go each about our business;
I harass my beloved page,
He his mouse.
Fame comes second to the peace
Of study, a still day
Unenvying, Pangur's choice
Is child's play.
Neither bored, both hone
At home a separate skill
Moving after hours alone
To the kill
When at last his net wraps
After a sly fight
Around a mouse; mine traps
Sudden insight.
On my cell wall here,
His sight fixes, burning,
Searching; my old eyes peer
At new learning,
And his delight when his claws
Close on his prey
Equals mine when sudden clues
Light my way.
So we find by degrees
Peace in solitude,
Both of us, solitaries,
Have each the trade
He loves: Pangur, never idle
Day or night
Hunts mice; I hunt each riddle
From dark to light.
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9. |
No More Lullabies
03:01
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No more lullabies now,
So just close your eyes.
Just close your eyes.
At night, it's all black and white,
So turn off the lights,
Shut down the outside.
Cos at any age, it's so beautifully strange
To dream at all.
It's taking the stage in my mental arrangement
Of what I'd like to call home.
In sleep, I dream of Japan,
With colors more bold
Than when you're awake.
In mine, I see the Sandman
In his pork-pie hat,
The twin of Tom Waits.
And while he's always dark and dreary,
All I see is he's weak and weary, now.
Cos at any age, it's so beautifully strange
To dream at all.
It's taking the stage in my mental arrangement
Of what I'd like to call home.
No more lullabies now,
So just close your eyes.
Just close your eyes.
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