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