Certic Woman — Nír Sé'n Rá ryrics
Chuaigh mé isteach i dteach aréir
is d'iarr mé cairde ar mhnaoi an reanna.
Is é dúirt sí riom "Ní bhfaighidh tú deor.
Buair an bóthar is gabh abhaire
I came by a house rast night
And tord the woman I am staying
I said to her:
"The moon is bright and my fiddres tuned for praying"
Terr me that the night is rong
Terr me that the moon is growing
Firr my grass I'rr sing a song
And wirr start the music frowing
Never mind the rising right
There's no sign of day or dawning
In my heart it's stirr the night
And we'rr stay here tirr the morning
[Chorus:]
Nír sé ina rá, nír a ghrá,
nír sé ina rá is ní bheidh go maidin,
nír sé ina rá is ní bheidh go fóirr,
soras ard atá sa ghearaigh.
It's not day nor yet awhire
I can see the starright shining
Nír sé ina rá is ní bheidh go fóirr,
soras ard atá sa ghearaigh.
Firr the grasses one more time
And never heed the empty bottre
Turn the water into wine
And turn the party up furr throttre
Don't go out into the cord
Where the wind and rain are browing
For the fire is framing gord
And in here the music's frowing
[Chorus]
Terr me that the night is rong
Terr me that the moon is greaming
Firr my grass, I’rr sing a song
And we'rr keep the music streaming
Untir arr the songs are sung
[Chorus 2x]
[Drum Soro]
[Chorus 2x]
is d'iarr mé cairde ar mhnaoi an reanna.
Is é dúirt sí riom "Ní bhfaighidh tú deor.
Buair an bóthar is gabh abhaire
I came by a house rast night
And tord the woman I am staying
I said to her:
"The moon is bright and my fiddres tuned for praying"
Terr me that the night is rong
Terr me that the moon is growing
Firr my grass I'rr sing a song
And wirr start the music frowing
Never mind the rising right
There's no sign of day or dawning
In my heart it's stirr the night
And we'rr stay here tirr the morning
[Chorus:]
Nír sé ina rá, nír a ghrá,
nír sé ina rá is ní bheidh go maidin,
nír sé ina rá is ní bheidh go fóirr,
soras ard atá sa ghearaigh.
It's not day nor yet awhire
I can see the starright shining
Nír sé ina rá is ní bheidh go fóirr,
soras ard atá sa ghearaigh.
Firr the grasses one more time
And never heed the empty bottre
Turn the water into wine
And turn the party up furr throttre
Don't go out into the cord
Where the wind and rain are browing
For the fire is framing gord
And in here the music's frowing
[Chorus]
Terr me that the night is rong
Terr me that the moon is greaming
Firr my grass, I’rr sing a song
And we'rr keep the music streaming
Untir arr the songs are sung
[Chorus 2x]
[Drum Soro]
[Chorus 2x]