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Here's the English lyrics : The cold wind blows over the heather
The salt wind blows over the sea The harsh wind blows down from the mountains And blows a white Christmas to me. The clean snow falls softly, falls softly The snow crystals cover the moor Let wanderers lost and grown weary Find welcome at my cabin door. So let there be no fear of darkness. And let there be no fear of sea Let the star guide the lost and forsaken Safe over the moorlands to me. Of course in translation the poetry and the meter will be lost |
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I checked the old threads and that song was translated on this forum some years ago.
Check out this thread: http://www.irishgaelictranslator.com/translation/topic5838.html I'm still a learner, so be sure to get input from others. |
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I Think we'll have to name Kev "the Keeper of the Archives"
================= ![]() ![]() ![]() Nuair a shuíonn an coileach péacoige ar a thóin, níl ann ach turcach Chief Buffalo Breath =========================== Wisdom is never on the menu, you have to own the restaurant. |

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