Gabhaim Molta Bríghde - Aoife Ní Fhearraigh

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    Aoife Ní Fhearraigh - Gabhaim Molta Bríghde (I Give Praise to Saint Brigid). A beautiful song sung in Irish by Aoife Ní Fhearraigh which gives praise to Saint Brigid of Kildare, one of the three patron saints of Ireland. The lyrics are below, along with the phonetic and English translation. Bain sult a chairde !

    Lyrics:
    Gabhaim molta Bríghde, iníon í le hÉireann
    [gaw-im molta breejya, inyeen ee leh herrin]
    I give praise to Brigid, daughter of Ireland

    Iníon le gach tír í, molaimís go léir í.
    [Inyeen leh gakh tcheer ee, molameesh guh lyair ee.]
    Daughter of all lands, let us praise her.

    Lóchrann geal na Laighneach, soils' ar feadh na tíre
    [lo-khran gyal nuh ly-nyakh, syl-shar fah nuh tcheera]
    The bright torch of Leinster, shining across the country

    Ceann ar óigheacht Éireann, ceann na mban ar míne.
    [kyawn air o-yakht errin, kyawn nuh man ar meenya.]
    The leader of Ireland's youth, leader of gentle women.

    Tig an Geimhreadh dian dubh, gearra lena géire
    [Tcheeg unn gy-ruh jee-un doov, gyarra lena gyaira]
    The house of Winter is dark, cutting with its sharpness

    Ach ar lá le Bríghde, gar dúinn Earrach Éireann.
    [akh air law leh breejya, gar dwinn errakh errin.]
    But on Brigid's Day, Spring in Ireland draws near to us.

    Gabhaim molta Bríghde, iníon í le hÉireann
    [gaw-am molta breejya, inyeen ee leh herrin]
    I give praise to Brigid, daughter of Ireland

    Iníon le gach tír í, molaimís go léir í.
    [Inyeen leh gakh tcheer ee, molameesh guh lyair ee.]
    Daughter of all lands, let us praise her.
    Gott zur Ehr, dem nächsten zur Wehr

    What if they gave a fire and nobody came.
     
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    It's simply AMAZING how this one reminds any ordinary orthodox hymn!
    Speechless!!!!!
    "Gilgamesh, where are you hurrying to?
    You will never find that life for which you are looking.
    When the gods created man they allotted to him death,
    but life they retained in their own keeping"