Deora Ar Mo Chroí
How beautiful the day and night;
The earth is singing in the wind,
The voices rise and touch the sky
Telling all the earth's believing,
And in the night skies fall down on me.
And when I move away from view
My voice is singing in the wind,
It rises up to touch the sky
Telling all that I believe in,
And from the night earth shall sing,
And from the night earth shall sing,
And from the night earth shall sing again.
[Adaptation]
Ba dheas an la go oiche
Na glortha binne I mo thaobh
'S aoibhneas I gachait gan gruaim
Athas are mo chroi go deo
He-a-ro
He-a-o-ro
Ma shilaim o na laetha beo
An ghrian 's an ghealach are mo chul
Nil uaim ach smaointe o mo shaoil
Deora are mo chroi go bron
He-a-ro
He-a-o-ro