Oh Little Sister, Beloved Sister - a song about searching for someone who has been stolen away by the fairies. The animation makes it look like a metaphor for bereavement and grief
Gràdh Geal Mo Chridhe [lyrics]- Mary Chapin Carpenter, Julie Fowlis, Karine Polwart
Ged nach eil sinn fhathat pòsda
Tha mi an dòchas gum bi
Fhad agus a mhaireas mo dha dhorn
cha bhith lòn oirnn a dhìth.
Although we are not yet married
I hope that we will be
As long as my two fists endure
we will want for nothing.
image: A brown-toned photo of water and a dark silhouette of mountainous terrain. Overlayed in white text are the lyrics of the song, in Scottish Gaelic and English, titled 8. An t-Uisge, which are displayed below the read more:
summary:
Beagan bhliadhnaichean air ais, thòisich Brian buidheann seinn aig an àite-obrach aige. Seo aon de na h-òrain a b’ fheàrr leis na buill.
The very first time we heard this song sung by Johnny Flynn and Laura Marling we were entranced by its beauty and also intrigued as to hear how it might sound in Gaelic.
lyrics: Gàidhlig translation by Brian Ó hEadhra.
Chan eil ann ach an abhainn a th’ agam
A th’ agam mar dhachaigh nam chridh’
Leig an anam mu sgaoil
Nam bheatha ‘s nam shaoghal
Cuir fodha mo chorp a tha sgìth
The water sustains me without even trying
The water can't drown me, I’m done
With my dying
Thig thugam is togamaid eathar
Fear a bhios math air an t-sruth
Air an abhainn cho làn
Is na h-èisg a tha ann
Mo bhuidheachas don bhàta ‘s a chriuth’
A’ seòladh gu luath air an abhainn
’S a buinne gam ghiùlan gu bras
Tha na reultan gu h-àrd
Is an t-òran san adhar
Is am fonn airson siubhlaiche gast’
Now the land that I knew is a dream
And the line on the distance grows faint
So wide is my river
The horizon a sliver
The artist has run out of paint
Far an dlùthaich a’ mhuir ris an speur
Leanaidh mise a’ ghrian mhòr is bhuidh’
Anns gach àite is gach fonn
Tha ‘n t-slighe na miann
Is an anail sa ghaoith is gach nì
original English:
All that I have is a river
The river is always my home
Lord, take me away
For I just cannot stay
Or I'll sink in my skin and my bones
The water sustains me without even trying
The water can’t drown me, I'm done
With my dying
Please help me build a small boat
One that’ll ride on the flow
Where the river runs deep
And the larger fish creep
I'm glad of what keeps me afloat
Now deeper the water I sail
And faster the current I'm in
That each night brings the stars
And the song in my heart
Is a tune for the journeyman's tale
Now the land that I knew is a dream
And the line on the distance grows faint
So wide is my river
The horizon a sliver
The artist has run out of paint
Where the blue of the sea meets the sky
And the big yellow sun leads me home
I'm everywhere now
The way is a vow
To the wind of each breath by and by
"The Irish language sean-nós song tradition is an integral part of Ireland's musical and cultural landscape. In this series [Bláth na hÓige] we follow eight young singers as they continue their musical journey when they travel to Stiúideo Cuan in An Spidéal in Conamara to collaborate and record songs from the sean-nós tradition under the musical direction of renowned sean-nós singer Síle Denvir and illustrious fiddle player Colm Mac Con Iomaire."