On a Gray Day

On a Gray Day I stay home sick from work. I sleep the morning away and as I wake a song comes to me and I long to hear it. In the rain I search for the CD, I scroll through the tracks until I hear the music that called me awake. As I play it on the CD the rain turns to snow, on the 18th of April.

Ar chonnlaigh ghlais an Fhoghmhair
A stóirín gur dhearc mé uaim
Ba deas do chos i mbróig
‘Sba ró-dheas do leagan siubhail.
Do ghruaidh ar dhath na rósaí
‘Sdo chúirníní bhí fighte dlúith
Monuar gan sinn ‘ár bpósadh
Nó’r bórd luinge ‘triall ‘un siubhail.

Tá buachaillí na h-áite seo
A’ gartha ‘gus ag éirghe teann
Is lucht na gcochán árd
A’ deánamh fáruis do mo chailín donn
Dá ngluaiseadh Rí na Spáinne
Thar sáile ‘s a shlóighte cruinn
Bhrúighfinn féar is fásach
‘S bhéinn ar láimh le mo chailín donn.

Ceannacht buaibh ar aontaigh’
Dá mbínn agus mo chailín donn
Gluais is tar a chéad-searc
Nó go dtéidh muid thar Ghaoth-Bearra ‘nonn
Go sgartar ó n-a chéile
Bárr na gcraobh ‘s an eala ón tuinn
Ní sgarfar sin ó chéile
‘S níl ach baois díbh á chur ‘n mur gcionn.