Lyrics of Coinleach Ghlas An Fhomhair - Clannad

Coinleach Ghlas An Fhomhair (original)

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
II
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
III
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
IV
Chuir mé leitir scríobhtha
Annsoir mo sweetheart agus casaoid ghéar
Chuir sí chugam arís í
Go rabh a croidhe istuigh I lár mo chléibh
Cum na h-eala is míne
Ná'n síoda 's ná cluimh na n-éan
Nach trom an osna ghním-se
Nuair a smaoitighim ar a bheith 'sgaradh léi
'Sé chuala m/e Dé Domhnaigh
Mar chómhrádh 'gabháil eadar mhnáibh
Go rabh sí 'gabháil 'a pósadh
Ar óigfhear dá bhfuil san áit
A stóirín glac mo chomhairle
'S a' foghmhar seo fan mar tá
'S cha leigim le 'bhfuil beo thú
A stór nó 's tú mo ghrádh
Translation
(From Larry Keith Ogle)
On the green stubble-fields of Autumn
I saw you, my sweetheart
Nice were your feet in shoes
And wonderful your nimble gait
Your hair the color of roses
And your ringlets tightly plaited
Alas that we’re not married
Or on board ship sailing away
The boys around here are
Laughing and getting bold
And the people of the high straw?
Are making?
of my brown girl
If the King of Spain would
Go abroad with his assembled men
I would flatten grass and rank grass
And I would be with my brown girl
Buying cows at the fair
If I were?
and my brown girl
Go and come first love
Until we go over to Gaoth-Bearra
Until we separate from each other
The tops of the branches and the swan
From the waves?
That won’t separate us
And it’s only folly for you to put it?
I wrote a letter
To my sweetheart and a sharp complaint
She sent it back to me
That her heart was inside me
Compose the artsswannoble person?
Finer than silk or bird feathers
Heavy is my sigh
When I think of being apart from her
What I heard on Sunday
As conversation among the women
That she was going to be married
To a young man from the place
Sweetheart take my advice
And this Autumn stay as you are
And don’t tell anyone, my love
That you are my love

(translation)

On the green straws of Autumn
I wish I had looked away
Your foot was nice in shoes
Too nice for a travel version
A blush the color of roses
'Your beads were closely woven
Monuar without us 'our marriage
Or a ship's board 'triall' un sabiha
II
The boys of this place
A 'gartha' until becoming tight
They are the people of the high mountains
Getting ready for my brown girl
If the King of Spain moved
Over the sea and his round crowd
I would push grass and desert
And I would be hand in hand with my brown girlfriend
III
Purchase of cattle on agreement
If it were me and my brown girlfriend
Move and come first
Or that we go over Gaoth-Berra 'nonn
To be separated from each other
The top of the branches and the swan from the wave
That will not be separated
And it is only foolish of you to put it in the future
IV
I sent a written letter
Yesterday my sweetheart and bitter complaint
She sent it to me again
That his heart was in the middle of my left
The composition of the finest swans
Neither the silk nor the feathers of the birds
This action is not heavy
When I think about breaking up with her
He heard m/e on Sunday
As a conversation between women
That she was 'caught' her marriage
On a young man who is in the place
My dear, take my advice
And this is a lesson, stay as it is
And I won't let you live
A store or you are my love
Translation
(From Larry Keith Ogle)
On the green stubble-fields of Autumn
I saw you, my sweetheart
Nice were your feet in shoes
And wonderful your nimble gait
Your hair the color of roses
And your ringlets tightly plaited
Alas that we're not married
Or on board ship sailing away
The boys around here are
Laughing and getting bold
And the people of the high straw?
Are you making?
of my brown girl
If the King of Spain would
Go abroad with his assembled men
I would flatten grass and rank grass
And I would be with my brown girl
Buying cows at the fair
If I were?
and my brown girl
Go and come first love
Until we go over to Gaoth-Berra
Until we separate from each other
The tops of the branches and the swan
From the waves?
That won't separate us
And it's only folly for you to put it?
I wrote a letter
To my sweetheart and a sharp complaint
She sent it back to me
That her heart was inside me
Compose the artsswannoble person?
Finer than silk or bird feathers
Heavy is my sigh
When I think of being apart from her
What I heard on Sunday
From a conversation among the women
That she was going to be married
To a young man from the place
Sweetheart take my advice
And this Autumn stay as you are
And don't tell anyone, my love
That you are my love