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Na Laetha Geal M'óige Ag amharc trí m'óige, Is mé 'bhí sámh, Gan eolas marbh Bhí mé óg gan am, Anois, táim buartha, 's fad ar shiúil an lá. Ochón 's ochón ó. Na laetha geal m'óige Bhí siad lán de dhóchas An bealach mór a bhí romham anonn Bhí sé i ndán domh go mbéinn, slán, slán. Anois, táim buartha, 's fad ar shiúil an lá. Ochón 's ochón ó. Na laetha geal m'óige Bhí siad lán de dhóchas An bealach mór a bhí romham anonn Bhí sé i ndán domh go mbéinn, slán, slán. Anois, táim buartha, 's fad' ar shiúil an lá. Ochón 's ochón ó.

The Bright Days of My Youth Looking back over my youth, I was content, Without knowledge of death I was young, without time, Now I'm sorrowful, The day is long past. Alas and sorrow, oh. The bright days of my youth They were full of hope The great journey that was before me then Was what was destined to be, bye bye. The day is long past. Now I'm sorrowful, Alas and woe, oh. The bright days of my youth They were full of hope The great journey that was before me then Was what was destined to be, bye bye. The day is long past. Now I am sorrowful, Alas and woe, oh.

Courtesy of Vivian & Jack Hennessey
IrishPage February, 2003
Replay music: Geal Oige by Enya from the album Watermark.
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