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Éist éist

A mhuirnín mh’anama

Tá duine éigin só amach ag gol

ar do shon

cur chuige an bháis

Éist éist

Oh my love, I still dream of you

I see you now, like the morning dew

Beautiful in every way

I reach to touch your face

one more time

But you fade with the sunrise

Oh my heart, how I yearn for you

With every pulse, I still burn for you

Nothing in this world compares

I hear your voice call for me at night

Your absence cuts me like a knife

Oh, my horseman of the summoning eyes

What happened to you that fateful night?

My one belief that you could not die

You turned away and kissed me goodbye

Then I found you, what a terrible view

As your life, it streamed from you

On my knees as my fury grew

I kissed your face and drank

of your blood

What poor garb for a warrior,

a coffin and a cap

on the great-hearted horseman,

who ruled both rivers and halls

and drank with white-breasted women.

My thousand confusions,

I have lost the use of you.

Ruin and God's curse on you,

ugly traitor Morris.

I will exact my justice on the

black-blooded savage

that took him from me

My steadfast love,

I have failed you

I was not there to protect you.

Never will I be healed,

Until you come back to me.

Oh weeping women,

bound in our pain,

Long live our wailing.

For my beloved

I will come for you

You who took him from me

Fear my cry