Fear lách, éirimiúil, croíúil. Is iomaí uair a chaith mé fhéin agus an comhluadar mar a bhí s'againne, ceoilteoirí uilig, sa gCobblestone i mBaile Átha Cliath i mbun ceoil. Ní raibh a leithéid ann ansin idir eadrainn, agus ní bhí go deo, deo amach anseo. Is lucht a chaointe muid anois, uilig. That's Gaelic Irish, and here's the translation, for those who do not speak it...a warm and decent, gifted and heartfelt man. It's many's the time we spent, friends all, in the Cobblestone Bar in Dublin, talking of, cogitating on and most of all playing music. Even among ourselves, and musicians have ego's, there was nobody like Seán Garvey. Nor will there be. We who were his friends are now those who remember him at his finest.
Many ballads on the same line with similar lines - really like the delivery and melody for this.
Beauty. Gone too soon.
Beautifully sung! Reminds the comment that songs used to be a form of sharing news. Wondering whether stories in general used to be well crafted news?
Fear lách, éirimiúil, croíúil. Is iomaí uair a chaith mé fhéin agus an comhluadar mar a bhí s'againne, ceoilteoirí uilig, sa gCobblestone i mBaile Átha Cliath i mbun ceoil. Ní raibh a leithéid ann ansin idir eadrainn, agus ní bhí go deo, deo amach anseo. Is lucht a chaointe muid anois, uilig. That's Gaelic Irish, and here's the translation, for those who do not speak it...a warm and decent, gifted and heartfelt man. It's many's the time we spent, friends all, in the Cobblestone Bar in Dublin, talking of, cogitating on and most of all playing music. Even among ourselves, and musicians have ego's, there was nobody like Seán Garvey. Nor will
there be. We who were his friends are now those who remember him at his finest.