Gaoth Barra Na dTonn

Tá gealach na gconnlach ag éirí sa spéir
‘S grian bhuí an Fhómhair ag tomadh sa weir
Tá na beachógaí ‘dranndián sa tsean duilliúr donn
Tá Gaoth Barra na g’Coillte, Gaoth Barra na d’Tonn

Tá na ba óga geimní ‘nuas mhallí chró lí?
Sna caoirigh ag meidhlí le druidim na hoich’
Tá geal gháir na sruthan fán screagach anonn
Tá Gaoth Barra na g’Coillte, Gaoth Barra na d’Tonn

Ina sruth uisce cheolmhar tá na bradáin a’sceith
‘S thart fa na himill tá an fhuiseog a breith
Tig na héanlaith na scaoth ann, an druideog san lon
Mar tá dideán gan doicheall fá Gaoth Barra na d’Tonn

‘S gímse Pádraig agus Naomh Chonaill caol
Nach n-iarraim aon Fhlairheas i ndeireadh mo shaoil
Ach m’anam bheith seoladh fá’n duilliúr donn
Tá ag fás fa do chladaí, a Gaoth Barra na d’Tonn

Gaoth Barra of the Waves
The harvest moon is rising into the sky,
And Autumn’s yellow sun is setting over the weir,
The young bees hum amid the old brown leaves,
In Gaoth Barra of the Woods, Gaoth Barra of the Waves.

The young winter cattle come slowly down to the fold,
And the sheep frolic at the approach of the night,
The wandering stream laughs and shouts,
In Gaoth Barra of the Woods, Gaoth Barra of the Waves.

In the musical waters of the river lurks the salmon,
And nearby the lark makes her nest,
Come the birds of the flock, the starling and the blackbird,
To your refuge unstinting, Gaoth Barra of the Waves.

I pray to St. Patrick and St. Conal,
I ask but one boon at the end of my life,
That my soul should reside among the brown leaves
That grow thick on your shores, Gaoth Barra of the Waves.