Crann Torthaí
Crann torthaí 'tá sa cháil
Ní seasmach í
Níl i ndán di bláthú
'Dtí go mbeidh a stoc sa chill.
Fir lán de chlú
Ní thiocfaidh siad ar shlí
Go n-éalóidh am
Ó lá a mbáis faraor.
Dearúdta is tú beo
Beidh cuimhne ort, beagán,
I d'fhothrach breá nua
I stíl ón seana am.
Níl sa saol ach cuimhne
Tharla sé fadó
Amharclann mhór an uaignis
Agus dearmad ar an seó.
Ana éasca
Ligint dó imeacht ar fán
Stopann tú le hiontas
Mar nár cheistigh tú cén fáth.
Slán 'stigh sa bhroinn
Broinn na n-oícheanta síoraí
Faigheann tú sa doircheacht
Solas nach n-imíonn.
Slán insan áit, domhain domhain sa chré
Feicfidh siad fá dheoidh gile do ré.
Dearúdta is tú beo
Beidh cuimhne ort, beagán,
I d'fhothrach breá nua
I stíl ón seana am.
Crann torthaí 'tá sa cháil
Ní seasmach í
Níl i ndán di bláthú
'Dtí go mbeidh a stoc sa chill.
Fir lán de chlú
Ní thiocfaidh siad ar shlí
Go n-éalóidh am
Ó lá a mbáis faraor.
Dearúdta is tú beo
Beidh cuimhne ort, beagán,
I d'fhothrach breá nua
I stíl ón seana am.
Crann, crann torthaí
Níl eolas ort ach ag báisteach is aer.
Ná bí buartha
Feicfidh siad go léir ar ball.
Crann, crann torthaí
Oscail do shúile, bliain eile romhat
Tuigfidh siad
Gach aon ní fút, sea, ar ball.
Fruit Tree
Fame is but a fruit tree
So very unsound.
It can never flourish
'Till its stock is in the ground.
So men of fame
Can never find a way
'Till time has flown
Far from their dying day.
Forgotten while you're here
Remembered for a while
A much updated ruin
From a much outdated style.
Life is but a memory
Happened long ago.
Theatre full of sadness
For a long forgotten show.
Seems so easy
Just to let it go on by
'Till you stop and wonder
Why you never wondered why.
Safe in the womb
Of an everlasting night
You find the darkness can
Give the brightest light.
Safe in your place deep in the earth
That's when they'll know what you were really worth.
Forgotten while you're here
Remembered for a while
A much updated ruin
From a much outdated style.
Fame is but a fruit tree
So very unsound.
It can never flourish
'Till its stock is in the ground.
So men of fame
Can never find a way
'Till time has flown
Far from their dying day.
Fruit tree, fruit tree
No one knows you but the rain and the air.
Don't you worry
They'll stand and stare when you're gone.
Fruit tree, fruit tree
Open your eyes to another year.
They'll all know
That you were here when you're gone.
