Two Songs

Programme Note: John Buckley

Lá bréa gréine idir dhá Nollaig

Do chuirfinn-se féin mo leanbh a chodladh
Lá bréa gréine idir dhá Nollaig,
Fé shúisín bhuí is i mbraitlín bhorraigh,
I gcliabhán óir ‘san ghaoth ghá bhogadh.

Seohín seó, ú leó leó
Seohín seó, ‘stú mo leanbh.

Do chuirfinn-se féin mo leanbh a chodladh
Lá bréa gréine idir dhá Nollaig,
I gcliabhán óir ar úrlár shocair,
Faoi bharra na gcraobh ‘san ghaoth ghá
bhogadh.

Seohín seó, ú leó leó
Seohín seó, ‘stú mo leanbh.

O codail a linbh is codail go sámh,
Codail go suaimhneach a mhuirnín mo ghrá
Aingeal ar dheis is aingeal ar chlé,
I gcliabhán óir go fáinne an laé.

 

A fine day between two Christmases

I would put my child to sleep
On a fine day between two Christmases
Under a yellow rug and a grand sheet,
In a golden cradle with the wind rocking it.

I would put my child to sleep
On a fine day between two Christmases
In a golden cradle on an even floor,
Under the branches with the wind rocking it.

O sleep my child and sleep quietly,
Sleep peacefully my sweetheart, my love,
An angel on the right, an angel on the left,
In a golden cradle till the break of day.

     

Spring

Now the buds and leaves are seen,
Now the fields are fresh and green,
Pretty birds are on the wing,
With a merry song they sing,
Cuckoo, to-witta-woo.

But a little while ago
All the ground was white with snow;
Trees and shrubs were dry and bare,
Not a sign of life was there but

Now the buds and leaves are seen,
Now the fields are fresh and green,
Pretty birds are on the wing,
With a merry song they sing,
Cuckoo, to-witta-woo.