Song Lyrics From Around The World

Home | Email Us | 0-9 | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z | Christmas | Soundtracks | Web Hosting with TotalChoice

big text small text home back forward print

THE TWO CONNEELEYS (C. Moore / W. Page) Version 1 Hear the Atlantic seethe and swell And hear the lonely chapel bell God save their souls and mind them well Tomas and Sean Conneeley Yesterday at half past four They pushed their currach from the shore One took the net while one took the oar The two fisherman Conneeley From Conor's fort and from Synge's chair Towards Inis Mor and Inis Iarr They scout the sea in silent prayer As they go searching for their neighbours Dia diob a beiir iascairi brea nac mbeid ar ais ar barr an tra Go mbeid sib sona sasta ar neam Tomas agus Sean o' Congaile Draw the seaweed up the hill And sow potatoes in the drill Try to understand God's will And the loss of the two Conneeleys Hear the Atlantic seethe and swell And hear the lonely chapel bell God save their souls and mind them well Tomas and Sean Conneeley ***** Version 2 THE TWO CONNEELEYS (Christy Moore) Near the Atlantic's seething swell Hear the lonesome chapel bell, God save their souls and mind them well. The two fishermen Conneely. Yesterday at half past four, They pushed their curragh from the shore. One took the net while one took the oar. The two fishermen Conneely. From Connor's Fort and from Synge’s Chair Towards Inishmore and Inisheer, They scan the sea in silent prayer As they go searching their labours. (PHONETIC VERSION OF THE GAELIC) De ye leeve bar teese cara - bra, Boch-may har-nash har bor-am tra, Gan-may-ef san-ha sas-ta harn yav, Der moss fish-or-man Conneely (Instrumental) Draw the seaweed up the hill, Sow potatoes in the drill. Try to understand God's will And the loss of the two Conneelys (Repeat 1st verse) TRANSLATION: Dia libh a bheirt iascairí bhreátha Nach mbeidh ar ais ar barr na trá Go raibh sibh sona sásta ar neamh Tomás is Seán Ó Conghaile = God be with you two fine fishermen Who will not be back at the top of the strand May you have peace and happiness in Heaven Tomás and Seán Conneeley (Contributed by Graham Gibson - July 2002)

    


International Lyrics Playground       Private Guitar Lessons in Connecticut!       Web Hosting with TotalChoice       Click and start earning!       Privacy Policy