Fol lol the doh, fol the day Imíonn an t-uisce, Ag sreabhadh go dtí an pointe is ísle, An áit ar thosaigh muid. Fol lol the doh, óró na laethanta Rugadh as uisce muid, Ag filleadh ar an bhfoinse, Trí shaol na saol, Is muidne an fhoinse. Fol lol the doh, fol the day Éiríonn an ghrian, Agus téann sí faoi. Líonann an ghealach, Agus tráhann sí. Tá a ham féin ag gach uile ní. Tagann sé agus imíonn sé. Scaoil uait féin, Agus mair. Beirtear an t-earrach. I rith an tsamhraidh fásaimid, Chun buaicphointí na beatha. Baineann muid an fómhar, Na torthaí is áille, Dár saol. An geamhradh a fhaigheann muid bás, Inár gcodladh. Chun múscailt, Ag tús nua. Gealltanas nua. An t-earrach. Fol lol the doh, fol the day Imíonn an t-uisce, Ag sreabhadh go dtí an pointe is ísle, An áit ar thosaigh muid. Fol lol the doh, óró na laethanta Rugadh as uisce muid, Ag filleadh ar an bhfoinse, Trí shaol na saol, Is muidne an fhoinse. Fol lol the doh... Fol the day... Óró na laethanta... English Fol lol the doh, fol the day The water goes, Flowing to the lowest point, The place where we began. Fol lol the doh, óró the days Out of water we were born, Returning to the source, Forever and ever, We are the source. Fol lol the doh, fol the day The sun rises, And she goes down. The moon fills, And she wanes. Everything has its own time. It comes and it goes. Let go of yourself, And live. The spring is born. In the course of summer we grow, To the heights of life. We harvest the autumn, The most beautiful fruits, Of our life. In the winter we die, In our sleep. To awaken, At a new beginning. A new promise. The spring. Fol lol the doh, fol the day The water goes, Flowing to the lowest point, The place where we began. Fol lol the doh, óró the days Out of water we were born, Returning to the source, Forever and ever, We are the source. Fol lol the doh... Fol the day... Óró the days...
