Rìbhinn Donn

My love

The winter night is frozen and cold

The years are moving away from us

And from the day when I first vowed to you

We lived through the journey of that first year

And through every other winter in a warmth

Young girl to whom I gave my love

One new spring

My love

This day and age is impoverished in love

Scarce is the heart that does not reject

And the vow that binds eternally

Graceful, gentle girl

There is no other I could put in your place

I would walk with you to the back of the sun

And to the ends of time

Young girl

Brown haired girl

I would walk with you to the back of the sun

And to the ends of time

My love

As usual as I am in the solitary

Writing songs

This is the way of my people

I will sing your praises

In song secured to the tradition

And supposing I stood on every star

I would place you higher

Young girl

Brown haired girl

And supposing I stood on every star

I would place you higher