Corcra an dath atá ar ghruaig mo ghrá
Is is duibhe ná dubh iad bratacha a lámh
Corcra an dath atá ar ghruaig mo ghrá
Ag sileadh anuas ar a guailne
If I told you what I thought of you the first time that I saw you
With the sun in your hair and the world at your feet
And the future far behind you
Would you care to remember or dare to remember me?
Rory, Rory, Rory
You had eyes for no one anyone could see
And the dead ones among us said they'd seen you before
Only the air seemed brighter and our hearts felt lighter
When you took us out of this world
Rory, Rory
Can you hear me?
Rory?
Corcra an dath atá ar ghruaig mo ghrá
Is is duibhe ná dubh iad bratacha a lámh
Corcra an dath atá ar ghruaig mo ghrá
Ar foluain os cionn mo chroí
If I told you that I thought of you every now and then
And again when the moon disappears
Since you walked out the door on the far side of here
With our hearts held safe in your hands
Would you ever look after forever and ever
I know you'll look after me
Rory, Rory, Rory, Rory
Rory, Rory, Rory
Can you hear me?
An é nár airís an tuile
ag líonadh ort, rabharta cos is lámh
a dhein bord loinge den urlár
i Halla na Cathrach
is ná líonfaidh feasta an poll
a d'fhágais ar ardán I do dhiaidh?
An mbraitheann tú anois é,
ár ngile mearluaimneach méar,
agus solas na bhflaitheas
ag sluaistiú ciúnais ar shúile
an tslua 'tá buailte le stáitse
ag glaoch ar ais ort ón ndoircheacht
Rory Rory Rory
An gcloiseann tú anois ár nguí?
An gcloiseann tú anois ár nguí?
An gcloiseann tú anois ár nguí?
An gcloiseann tú anois ár nguí?
An gcloiseann tú anois ár nguí?
An gcloiseann tú anois ár nguí?
An gcloiseann tú anois ár nguí?
(translation)
Purple is the colour of my true love's hair
and blacker than black the flags of her hands
purple is the colour of my true love's hair
spilling down on her shoulders
Purple is the colour of my true love's hair
and blacker than black the flags of her hands
purple is the colour of my true love's hair
flying bravely over my heart
Did you really not hear
the tide flooding in behind you
the waves of pounding feet
that rocked the floor of the City Hall
until it rolled like the deck of a ship
and will never fill the emptiness
you left behind you on stage?
Do you feel it now,
our swiftfingered brightness,
as the light of heaven
shovels silence on the eyes
of the crowd as they press against the stage,
calling you back from the darkness
Rory Rory Rory?
Now do you hear our prayer?
Now do you hear our prayer
Now do you hear our prayer?
