Morning in Béarra

Is é mo choí gan mise maidin aerach I regret that on this airy morning Amuigh i m Béarra im' sheasamh ar an dtrá I am not out in Béarra sitting on the beach Is guth na n-éan 'o'm tharraing tha na sléibhte cois na farraige With the voices of birds drawing me over the mountains beside the sea Go Céim an Aitinn mar ambíonn mo ghrá To the Pass of the Furze where my love is Is obann aoibhinn aiteasach do léimfhinn I would caper about happily, pleasantly Do rithfhinn saor ó anabhroid an tláis I would run free from doubts and fears Do thabharfainn droim le scamallaibh an tsaoil seo I turn my back on the clouds of this life Dá bhfaighinn mo léirdhothain d'amharc ar mo chaoimshearc bán If I could ever get my fill of looking at my fair Sweetheart Is é mo dhíth bheith ceangailte go faonlag It is my sadness to be bound here in weakness Is neart mo chléibh dá thachtadh 'nseo sa tsráid The power of my spirit suffocated here in the streets An fhad tá réim na habhann agus gaoth ghlan na farraige While the rivers flow and the pure sea wind Ag glaoch is gairm ar an gcroí seo i m'lár Calls and summons the heart within me Is milis bríomhar leathanbhog an t-aer ann The air there is sweet and vigorous and soft Is gile ón ngréin go farsing ar an mbán And bright is the sun that shines on the grasslands Is ochón, a ríbhean bhanúil na gcraobhfholt But alas, oh gentle queen of the curly hair Gan sinne araon i measc an aitinn mar do bhímis tráth