Lyrics of Urnaigh A Bhan Thigreach - Karen Matheson

Urnaigh A Bhan Thigreach (original)

M’aithair 's mo Dhia, dean Thus' ardion
Mi fhein 's mo naoidhean beagan mhios
Gur gann an t-uisg', 's gur gann an siol
Sinn creuchdach, acrach, brointe, piant'
'Adhlaichte an-diugh mo luaidh
'S nach aithnich mise uaigh seach uaigh
Measg mhiltean a Tigre tha e na shuain
Coinhead Thusa, a Thighearna, oirnn le truas
Sinn a’famachadh le teas na grein'
Nuair dh’eireas i an-aird sna speur
Sinn ga ar meileachadh le fuachd
Meadlian oidhche, 's ar sgeadachadh cho truagh
An tig, a Thigearna, uisge trom
Bheir a-mach toradh bhon talamh lom?
Cum rium mo chreidamh anmad fhein
Na canam 'an-do threig thu mi, mo Dhia?
Cheus riaghaltas eile Criosd air crann
'S tha luchd-breug gar biathadh-sa gu teann
Doirt a-muas do mhaitheas chaoimh, a Dhe
Na leig an t-ole buileachadh gu leir

(translation)

My Father and my God, make Thou exalted
Myself and my baby a few months
The rain is scarce, and the seed is scarce
We are crippled, hungry, broken, pained '
'Buried today my love
And I do not recognize a grave other than a grave
Among the miles to Tigre he is asleep
Lord, have mercy on us
We're soaking up the sun '
When it rises in the sky
We are being melted by the cold
Meadlian night, and our decoration so poor
Come, Lord, heavy rain
Bring forth fruit from the barren land?
Keep my faith with me
Do I not say that you have forsaken me, my God?
Another government crucified Christ on a cross
And liars are feeding us hard
Pour out your loving-kindness, O God
Do not let the oil oily