Clannad (87,52 %)
Magical Ring (75,62 %)
In collection
Released: 1983
Type: Studio
Type: Studio
Ranking:
Artist:
6
Year (1983):
8
Decade (1980's):
116
Overall:
535
|
1.
Theme from Harry's Game
 02:31
|
|
2.
Tower Hill
 03:54
|
|
3.
Seachran Charn tSiail
02:22
|
|
4.
Passing Time
03:45
|
|
5.
Coinleach Glas an Fhómhair
 06:00
|
|
6.
I See Red
04:26
|
|
7.
Tá' Mé Mo Shuí
03:13
|
|
8.
Newgrange
04:07
|
|
9.
The Fairy Queen
 02:41
|
|
10.
Thiós Fá'n Chósta
03:16
|
|
Album length:
36:15
|
Lyrics |
|
1.
Theme from Harry's Game
|
|
Imtheochaidh soir is siar A dtainig ariamh An ghealach is an ghrian Fol lol the doh fol the day Fol the day fol the day Imtheochaidh an ghealach's an ghrian An Daoine og is a chail 'na dhiadh Fol lol the doh fol the day Fol the day fol the day Fol lol the doh fol the day Fol the day fol the day Imtheochaidh a dtainig ariamh an duine og is a chail ne dhiadh Fol lol the doh fol the day Fol the day fol the day |
|
2.
Tower Hill
|
|
Looking around and around again That's mean, oh that's mean Far away on my own again At Gagans Rye and Tower Hill Silence sweet Is there someone out there too? Lies on on the twilight It's me, you're home Blue and grey, in season art Another night at tower hill Silence sweet Is there someone out there too? Silence sweet Silence sweet Is there someone out there too? Stay in line and count to ten Still here, right here Moving round the center I'm sorry now, at Tower Hill Silence sweet Is there someone out there too? |
|
3.
Seachran Charn tSiail
|
|
Ar mo tharraingt siar go Carn tSiail dom, Go haonach bliantúil n Féil' Muire Mór Tharla an ainnir as an taobh aniar dom Is í go cianmhar 'gabháil tharam sa ród. Dar liom féin, ó, gur scar mo chiall uaim Mar bheinn ag siabhrán nó seal ag ól, Chonacthas domhsa gur dhorcha an ghrian gheal Le taobh 'ach dealramh 'raibh ina grua mar rós. Bheannaíos féin go preab don mhaighdean Agus feasbhaidh céille ní raibh in mo ghlór, D'fhiafir mé féin dí 'raibh aon fhear in Éirinn A ghlacfadh sí 'e roghain orm ins an ród. D'fhiafir sí domhsa cá raibh mo léine, Mo bhuig, mo bhéabhar, 's gan fiú na mbróg, Go mb'annamh a chonaic sise sac ma éideadh Ar fhear ag bréagadh cailín óg. A chúileann fáinneach, má thug mé grá duit Ná cuir i gcás mé fá bheith gan dóigh, Agus gheobhaidh tú aoibhneas ar hallaí bána, Fíon na Spáinne gheobhair seal le hól. D'fhiafir sí domhsa an mar siúd ba ghnách liom Bheith ag siúl na n-ardán ar bheagán stró. Is é duirt mé léithi nár chleacht mise 'athrach, Ach ainnir álainn agus gloine ar bord. Níl siúd áit ó íochar Fhanad Nach bhfuil mé i ngrá le bean nó dhó, Bean sna Rosa thiar i Mín na Manrach, Ó thaobh Ghleann Átha 'go dtí 'n Mhucais Mhór, Dís i mBaoilleach, dis i mBáineach, Bean in Árainn 's a chois Ghaoth Dobhair, Ó Leitir Ceanainn go dtí mullach Gháigin 'S go Curraoin Mhanuis a chois an róid. |
|
4.
Passing Time
|
|
You can win or lose and be excused The sudden change of plan As a... reality, it's very clear But a loser always loses in the end Always in the end For a long time now I'm passing time Still I know somehow I'll learn to try I'm passing time You may ask for gifts, just anyone The right... I'm not so sure it's anything at all For a loser is still losing in the end Losing in the end For a long time now I'm passing time Still I know somehow I'll learn to try I'm passing time Yes, I am aware of passing time Without a care in sight I can feel the changes coming very soon And a loser won't be losing in the end Losing in the end For a long time now I'm passing time Still I know somehow I'll learn to try I'm passing time Passing time Passing time |
|
5.
Coinleach Glas an Fhómhair
|
|
Ar chonnlaigh ghlais an Fhoghmhair A stóirín gur dhearc mé uaim Ba deas do chos i mbróig 'Sba ró-dheas do leagan siubhail. Do ghruaidh ar dhath na rósaí 'Sdo chúirníní bhí fighte dlúith Monuar gan sinn 'ár bpósadh Nó'r bórd luinge 'triall 'un siubhail. Tá buachaillí na h-áite seo A' gartha 'gus ag éirghe teann Is lucht na gcochán árd A' deánamh fáruis do mo chailín donn Dá ngluaiseadh Rí na Spáinne Thar sáile 's a shlóighte cruinn Bhrúighfinn féar is fásach 'S bhéinn ar láimh le mo chailín donn. Ceannacht buaibh ar aontaigh' Dá mbínn agus mo chailín donn Gluais is tar a chéad-searc Nó go dtéidh muid thar Ghaoth-Bearra 'nonn Go sgartar ó n-a chéile Bárr na gcraobh 's an eala ón tuinn Ní sgarfar sin ó chéile 'S níl ach baois díbh á chur 'n mur gcionn. Chuir mé leitir scríobhtha Annsoir mo sweetheart agus casaoid ghéar Chuir sí chugam arís í Go rabh a croidhe istuigh i lár mo chléibh. Cum na h-eala is míne Ná'n síoda 's ná cluimh na n-éan Nach trom an osna ghním-se Nuair a smaoitighim ar a bheith 'sgaradh léi. 'Sé chuala mé Dé Domhnaigh Mar chómhrádh 'gabháil eadar mhnáibh Go rabh sí 'gabháil 'a pósadh Ar óigfhear dá bhfuil san áit. A stóirín glac mo chomhairle 'S a' foghmhar seo fan mar tá 'S cha leigim le 'bhfuil beo thú A stór nó 's tú mo ghrádh. |
|
6.
I See Red
|
|
Back in my schooldays, acting the fool days One and one and one is three And the man said, "Hey, come and cut yourself a piece of the big time" Armor-clad forces, riding Trojan horses Never made sense to me I didn't want to be a part of the great debate on moonshine "Stop, pay the price," they said to me "Take this advice, you're out of your head" I said, "Stop, hold the phone This has to be cut to the bone Too bad, I see red, I see red, I see red" Sly man stumbles, twists and he tumbles He always lands on his feet And he sets his face towards the far horizon Won't you come this way? Can't you go that way? But his rhythm don't miss a beat 'Cause he's doing everything he can to keep surviving "Stop, pay the price," they said to me "Take this advice, you're out of your head" "Stop, pay the price," they said to me "Take this advice, you're out of your head" I said, "Stop, hold the phone This has to be cut to the bone Too bad, I see red, I see red, I see red" So who wants a riot? People should be quiet Don't we give them good TV? You can learn to love your lifetime of distraction Nothing on the inside, nothing on the outside All the way from A to Z I can live without that kind of satisfaction "Stop, pay the price," they said to me "Take this advice, you're out of your head" I said, "Stop, hold the phone This has to be cut to the bone Too bad, I see red, I see red, I see red" |
|
7.
Tá' Mé Mo Shuí
|
|
Tá mé mo shuí ó d'éirigh'n ghealach aréir Ag cur tein-e síos-go buan is á fadó go géar Tá bunadh a' tí 'na luí is tá mise liom féin Tá na coiligh ag glaoch 'san saol 'na gcodladh ach mé 'Sheacht mh'anam déag do bhéal do mhala is do ghrua Do shúil ghorm ghlé-gheal fár thréig mé sionnach na lúb Le cumha do dhiaidh ní léir dom an bealach a shiúil Is a charaid mo chléibh tá na sléibhte 'dul idir mé's tú Deiridh lucht léinn gur claoite an galar an grá Char admhaigh mé é is é 'ndiaidh mo chroí istigh a chrá Aicid ró-ghéar, faraor nár sheachain mé í Is go gcuireann sí arraing is céad go géar trí cheart-lár mo chroí Casadh bean-tsí dom thíos ag Lios Bhéal an Átha D'fhiafraigh mé di an scaoilfeadh glas ar bith grá Is é dúirt sí gos íseal i mbriathra soineannta sáimh "An grá a théid fán chroí ní scaoiltear as é go bráth" |
|
8.
Newgrange
|
|
There is a place on the east Mysterious ring, a Magical Ring of Stones The druids have lived there once they said, forgotten is the race that no-one knows. Rum de rum 'rud a derimo Rum de rum 'rud a derimo The circled tomb of a different age Secret lines carved on ancient stone. Heroic Kings laid down to rest Forgotten is the race that no-one knows. Rum de rum 'rud a derimo Rum de rum 'rud a derimo Wait for the sun on a winter's day and a beam of light shines across the floor. Mysterious ring, a Magical Ring. But forgotten is the race that no-one knows. Rum de rum 'rud a derimo Rum de rum 'rud a derimo |
|
9.
The Fairy Queen
|
| no lyrics yet |
|
10.
Thiós Fá'n Chósta
|
|
Thíos cois na trá domh, in ndoimhneacht na h-oíche An saol mhor ina gcodhladh, 's mise liom féin Na h-éanacha mara ag scairtigh go léanmhar Cosúil le h-anamnacha bochta i bpéin. Iomlán gealaí 's iomlán rabharta Aoibhneas 's ciúineas, 's áilleacht sa domhain Crónán na fairrige ag dul siar ar mo chluasa Bog-cheol an uisce ag sileadh san abhainn. Istigh ar na h-inseáin tá sean-reilig bheannaithe An áit inar mhaireadh naoimh san aimsir fadó Tá daoine istigh ann ag chaith seal go h-aerach Ní shiúlfaidh siad thar fán chladaigh níos mó. Bhuail uaigneas m'intínn 's mé ag amharc ar an reilig 'S mé ag meadhradh ar dhaoine istigh ann ina luí Fir a's mná óga, seandaoine 's páistí Muintir mo mhuintir 's cairde mo chroí. Tá na coiligh ag glaoch 's na réalta ag bánú Tá an ghealach ina luí 's ní fada go lá Slán agat anois a shean-reilig bheannaithe 'S na daoine a shiúlfadh liom síos cois na trá. |