Song" | The Gloaming: "the Pilgrim's

: "The country spoke like a temple / The river's gait was pompous / The valleys bowed to the knee / The sign of the cross was on the branches."

Tá aisling annIs eol dom íAg fiuchadh i mbroinn mo shamhailLasair gheal gan chorp mar ghaoithAgus corp oiriúnach á impí aici The Gloaming: "The Pilgrim's Song"

: "I saw life like a tale from the Fianna / Long, long ago in the morning / Shaped by the magic wand / That a child holds in their hand." : "The country spoke like a temple /

Anseo do mhair mo chéadshearcÓ níor ghabhas an treo le fada The Gloaming: "The Pilgrim's Song"

Chonac saol mar scéal fiannaíochtaFadó fadó ar maidinA mhúnlaigh an tslat draíochtaA bhíonn 'na láimh ag leanbh

D'aiséirigh 'na taisléineLe solas ar a leacain'S do thionlaic mé go gléineachAr oilithreacht fám anam