AMHRÁN NA DORDVEIDHLE
Gnúis ait, is na súil'
Mílítheach gan bhréag
Tuigeann tú go rímhaith
Nach bhfuil aon ghá le scaoll
Mar na haislingí 'tháinig is tú óg
Dhein siad cur síos
Ar thír na rós.
Ó nach lag a bhís
Is an oíche-an fhuar
Agus airm na mothúchán
Ag troid monuar
Ach má tá an domhan ag dul sa chré
Tá tusa ag léim suas
ar thonnta geala glé
Déan dearmad ar an saol seo
A bhfuilim ann
Suífead is fanfad
Canfad m'amhrán
Is má fheiceann tú lá éigin mé sa phlód
Tabhair lámh chúnta domsa
Is ardaigh mé ón bhfód.
CELLO SONG
Strange face, with your eyes
So pale and sincere
Underneath you know well
You have nothing to fear
For the dreams that came to you when so young
Told of a life
Where spring is sprung
You would seem so frail
In the cold of the night
When the armies of emotion
Go out to fight
But while the earth sinks to its grave
You sail to the sky
On the crest of a wave
So forget this cruel world
Where I belong
I'll just sit and wait
And sing my song
And if one day you should see me in the crowd
Lend a hand and lift me
To your place in the cloud