[Intro] Ó, a naoimh, ó, a spioraid, go deo... Ó, a naoimh, ó, a spioraid, go deo... [Verse 1] I found you where the river sleeps, Beneath the veil of silver rain. The hills were holding ancient dreams, The wind was whispering your name. And through the mist, a light appeared, A pale arc resting on the night. You took my hand, the world grew still, Two shadows joined beneath its light. [Pre-Chorus] Labhair go ciúin, a stór, Tá an oíche ag druidim linn. Tá a fhios ag an abhainn anois An glór a chloisimid le chéile. Tar níos gaire, tar níos gaire, Tá na seanréaltaí ag cromadh. D'fhan mé anseo le fada, Ag fanacht le do ghuth sna coillte. [Chorus] Mionn an Bhogha Gealaí, Mionn an Bhogha Gealaí, A ghrá mo chroí, fan liom go deo. Mionn an Bhogha Gealaí, Mionn an Bhogha Gealaí, Tóg mo lámh, siúil go mall liom. Mionn an Bhogha Gealaí, Faoi sholas na réaltaí, I do shúile, aimsím mo bhaile, Siúlfaidh mé gach bóthar leat. [Verse 2] The years may turn like falling leaves, The stars may fade beyond the blue. But every road the morning weaves Will lead my wandering heart to you. And if the dawn should steal the dream, And leave us on a distant shore, I'll hear your voice within the stream, And love you as I did before. [Pre-Chorus] Labhair go ciúin, a stór, Tá an oíche ag druidim linn. Tá a fhios ag an abhainn anois An glór a chloisimid le chéile. Tar níos gaire, tar níos gaire, Tá na seanréaltaí ag cromadh. D'fhan mé anseo le fada, Ag fanacht le do ghuth sna coillte. [Chorus] Mionn an Bhogha Gealaí, Mionn an Bhogha Gealaí, A ghrá mo chroí, fan liom go deo. Mionn an Bhogha Gealaí, Mionn an Bhogha Gealaí, Tóg mo lámh, siúil go mall liom. Mionn an Bhogha Gealaí, Faoi sholas na réaltaí, I do shúile, aimsím mo bhaile, Siúlfaidh mé gach bóthar leat. [Bridge] When all the fires have turned to embers, When every song has lost its name, The heart remembers, still remembers, A love no winter could reclaim. Fan liom... fan liom... A ghrá mo chroí, fan liom go deo... [Final Chorus] Mionn an Bhogha Gealaí, Mionn an Bhogha Gealaí, A ghrá mo chroí, fan liom go deo. Faoi sholas na réaltaí, I do shúile, aimsím mo bhaile, Siúlfaidh mé gach bóthar leat. Mionn an Bhogha Gealaí... Mionn an Bhogha Gealaí... [Outro] Ó, a naoimh, ó, a spioraid, go deo... Fan liom... fan liom... Go deo...
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