LOREENA McKENNITT: EL VIAJE COMIENZA. 1 "ELEMENTAL" (1985): 8 "COME BY THE HILLS"

Hola.

Hoy nos vamos a una cancion llamada "Come By The Hills".

W. Gordon Smith escribio la letra, de la version inglesa, de acuerdo a la melodía de la canción irlandesa tradicional, "Buachaill O'n Éirne" Mé ( o "Buachaill On Eirne", como tambien se la conoce).
Esta es la letra, de "Come By The Hills":

COME BY THE HILLS

Words and music traditional, arranged and adapted by Loreena McKennitt

Come by the hills to the land

where fancy is free

And stand where the peaks meet the sky

and the rocks reach the sea

Where the rivers run clear and the bracken

is gold in the sun

And cares of tomorrow must wait

till this day is done.
Come by the hills to the land

where life is a song

And sing while the birds fill the air

with their joy all day long

Where the trees sway in time, and even

the wind sings in tune

And cares of tomorrow must wait

till this day is done.
Come by the hills to the land

where fancy is free

And stand where the peaks meet the sky

and the rocks reach the sea

Where the rivers run clear and the bracke

is gold in the sun

And cares of tomorrow must wait

till this day is done.

Y esta es, la verion irlandesa, en gaélico:

BUACHAILL ON EIRNE

Buachaill ón Éirne mé 's bhréagfainn cailín deas óg

Ní iarrfainn bó spré léi tá mé fhéin saibhir go leor

'S liom Corcaigh da mhéid é, dhá thaobh

a' ghleanna 's Tír Eoghain

'S mura n-athraí mé béasaí 's mé n' t-oidhr'

ar Chontae Mhaigh Eo

Rachaidh mé 'márach ag dhéanamh leanna fán choill

Gan choite gan bád gan gráinnín brach' ar bith liom

Ach duilliúr na gcraobh mar éadaigh leapa os mo chionn

'S óró sheacht m'anam déag thú 's tú 'féachaint orm anall

Buachailleacht bó, mo leo, nár chleacht mise ariamh

Ach ag imirt 's ag ól le h'ógmhná deasa an tsliabh

Má chaill mé mo stór ní moide gur chaill mé mo chiall

A's ní mó liom do phóg ná'n bhróg atáim ag caitheamh le bliain

Y aqui la traducción, a dicha letra gaélica:

I'm a boy from Lough Erne and I could charm a nice young girl

I would not ask for her wealth as I am rich enough myself

I own a good part of Cork, two sides of the glen in Tyrone

And not to repeat myself I'm the heir of County Mayo

I will go tomorrow to make ale in the wood

Without a cot without a boat without a pinch of gruel with me

But leaves of the branches as bedclothes over my head

And think well done for you as you watch me from over there

A cowherd, my pet, I've never been accustomed to be

Instead of playing and drinking with the nice young women

on the mountain side

If I lost my riches I probably didn't lose my senses

And your kiss is no more to me now than a shoe worn for a year

Os dejo, con la versión de Loreena McKennitt, "Come By The Hills", y la versión de The Corrs, "Buachaill On Eirne".

Besitos y nos vemos en "Lullaby".