Sona
Mick O'Brien
Ag breacadh an lae do chumar ag sil
aoibhneas an tsaoil amach romhainn
clocha draochta chomh geal lenr sile
casn ag glioscarnach dinn
Suaimhneas na coillte is ceol inr gcroithe
macalla fuaim an tsruthin
duilleoga fmhar mar ghuth ar an ngaoth
s ndr is cis lenr ngr
A`Taisteal sa choill seo ar fn is ar fuaidreamh
ralta geala eolais ag lonradh don r
A`Taisteal sa choill seo ar fn is ar fuaidreamh
clocha bna ag lasadh r sl
Anois t ralta a`rince sa spir
is an saol ina gholadh go smh
aislingi ille i ngairdn mo rn
brionglid thart orainn ar snmh
Sile sor lasta le solas
sile faoi gheasa na rn
taibhreamh ar sheoda an ghairdn
iontais nach sceithfear go buan
A`Taisteal sa choill seo ar fn is ar fuaidreamh
ralta geala eolais ag louradh don r
A`Taisteal sa choill seo ar fn is ar fuaidreamh
clocha bna ag lasadh r sl
Translated:
The light of the sun took us strolling
with the treasures of the world lying ahead,
Magic stones as bright as our eyes
lighting a path before us
The peace of the woods was music to our hearts
echoing the sound of the streams,
Autumn leaves - the voice on the wind
as nature is the source of our love
Now the stones are dancing in the sky
while the world is quietly sleeping,
Lovely visions in the secret garden,
of dreams floating all around us
Traveling in this forest like a lost soul
Bright stars of knowledge shining for the king
Traveling in this forest like a lost soul
Bright stones lighting our way
Eyes ever shining with light
Eyes under a secret spell
Dreaming of the jewels in the garden
of wonders that will never be revealed
Mick O'Brien
Ag breacadh an lae do chumar ag sil
aoibhneas an tsaoil amach romhainn
clocha draochta chomh geal lenr sile
casn ag glioscarnach dinn
Suaimhneas na coillte is ceol inr gcroithe
macalla fuaim an tsruthin
duilleoga fmhar mar ghuth ar an ngaoth
s ndr is cis lenr ngr
A`Taisteal sa choill seo ar fn is ar fuaidreamh
ralta geala eolais ag lonradh don r
A`Taisteal sa choill seo ar fn is ar fuaidreamh
clocha bna ag lasadh r sl
Anois t ralta a`rince sa spir
is an saol ina gholadh go smh
aislingi ille i ngairdn mo rn
brionglid thart orainn ar snmh
Sile sor lasta le solas
sile faoi gheasa na rn
taibhreamh ar sheoda an ghairdn
iontais nach sceithfear go buan
A`Taisteal sa choill seo ar fn is ar fuaidreamh
ralta geala eolais ag louradh don r
A`Taisteal sa choill seo ar fn is ar fuaidreamh
clocha bna ag lasadh r sl
Translated:
The light of the sun took us strolling
with the treasures of the world lying ahead,
Magic stones as bright as our eyes
lighting a path before us
The peace of the woods was music to our hearts
echoing the sound of the streams,
Autumn leaves - the voice on the wind
as nature is the source of our love
Now the stones are dancing in the sky
while the world is quietly sleeping,
Lovely visions in the secret garden,
of dreams floating all around us
Traveling in this forest like a lost soul
Bright stars of knowledge shining for the king
Traveling in this forest like a lost soul
Bright stones lighting our way
Eyes ever shining with light
Eyes under a secret spell
Dreaming of the jewels in the garden
of wonders that will never be revealed