Sona

Mick O'Brien

Ag breacadh an lae do chumar ag sil

aoibhneas an tsaoil amach romhainn

clocha draochta chomh geal lenr sile

casn ag glioscarnach dinn



Suaimhneas na coillte is ceol inr gcroithe

macalla fuaim an tsruthin

duilleoga fmhar mar ghuth ar an ngaoth

s ndr is cis lenr ngr



A`Taisteal sa choill seo ar fn is ar fuaidreamh

ralta geala eolais ag lonradh don r

A`Taisteal sa choill seo ar fn is ar fuaidreamh

clocha bna ag lasadh r sl



Anois t ralta a`rince sa spir

is an saol ina gholadh go smh

aislingi ille i ngairdn mo rn

brionglid thart orainn ar snmh



Sile sor lasta le solas

sile faoi gheasa na rn

taibhreamh ar sheoda an ghairdn

iontais nach sceithfear go buan



A`Taisteal sa choill seo ar fn is ar fuaidreamh

ralta geala eolais ag louradh don r

A`Taisteal sa choill seo ar fn is ar fuaidreamh

clocha bna ag lasadh r sl



Translated:



The light of the sun took us strolling

with the treasures of the world lying ahead,

Magic stones as bright as our eyes

lighting a path before us



The peace of the woods was music to our hearts

echoing the sound of the streams,

Autumn leaves - the voice on the wind

as nature is the source of our love



Now the stones are dancing in the sky

while the world is quietly sleeping,

Lovely visions in the secret garden,

of dreams floating all around us



Traveling in this forest like a lost soul

Bright stars of knowledge shining for the king

Traveling in this forest like a lost soul

Bright stones lighting our way



Eyes ever shining with light

Eyes under a secret spell

Dreaming of the jewels in the garden

of wonders that will never be revealed

-acapo