I do not understand the word's ,but it is sutch a lovely song , it takes you into it . Julie Fowlis is a beautiful singer . All her song's make me feel that I can go on listen to them over and over again. .
Lyrics: Siud mar chuir mi ’n Geamhradh tharam smaointinn daonnan gaol mo leannain: siud mar chuir mi ’n Geamhradh tharam ’S iomadh oidhche fad an t-seusain a thàna tu orm a chèilidh; ’s beag bha dùil am anns an rè sin gur e leannan tèile bh’ agam: siud mar chuir mi ’n Geamhradh tharam ’S iomadh oidhche fhliuch is reòthta thàna tusa thar na mòintich, null ’s nall air gàrradh Shòbhail tighinn a chòmhradh gu mo leabaidh: siud mar chuir mi ’n Geamhradh tharam ’S iomadh oidhche, air bheag eudaich, chun na being’ gun d’ rinn mi èirigh : comhairl’ bheirinn-sa air tèile fuireach reusant’ anns an leabaidh: siud mar chuir mi ’n Geamhradh tharam ’S ann a bha do mhàthair leòmach ’g iarraidh ort gun mise phòsadh; cha chuir mise dragh rim bheò oirr’ ’s rùm gu leòr dhomh an taigh m’ athar: siud mar chuir mi ’n Geamhradh tharam smaointinn daonnan gaol mo leannain: siud mar chuir mi ’n Geamhradh tharam. Translation by Anne Lorne Gillies, "Songs of Gaelic Scotland" That was how I spent the Winter, thinking all the time about my sweetheart's love: that was how I spent the Winter. Many a night throughout the season you came to call on me; little did I think at that time that it was another girl's sweetheart that I had: that was how I spent the Winter. Many a cold, freezing night you came across the hill back and forth across Saul's garden coming to my bed to talk with me: that was how I spent the Winter. Many a night with scant clothing I rose up on the bench: I would advise any other girl to stay level-headed in bed: that was how I spent the Winter. It was your disdainful mother who required you not to marry me but I won't bother her as long as I live - there's plenty of room for me in my father's house: that was how I spent the Winter, thinking all the time about my sweetheart's love: that was how I spent the Winter.
I do not understand the word's ,but it is sutch a lovely song , it takes you into it . Julie Fowlis is a beautiful singer . All her song's make me feel that I can go on listen to them over and over again. .
Just love to listen to Julie such an awesomely great singer
Lovely, evocative, haunting.
wow.. stunning!
Lyrics:
Siud mar chuir mi ’n Geamhradh tharam
smaointinn daonnan gaol mo leannain:
siud mar chuir mi ’n Geamhradh tharam
’S iomadh oidhche fad an t-seusain
a thàna tu orm a chèilidh;
’s beag bha dùil am anns an rè sin
gur e leannan tèile bh’ agam:
siud mar chuir mi ’n Geamhradh tharam
’S iomadh oidhche fhliuch is reòthta
thàna tusa thar na mòintich,
null ’s nall air gàrradh Shòbhail
tighinn a chòmhradh gu mo leabaidh:
siud mar chuir mi ’n Geamhradh tharam
’S iomadh oidhche, air bheag eudaich,
chun na being’ gun d’ rinn mi èirigh :
comhairl’ bheirinn-sa air tèile
fuireach reusant’ anns an leabaidh:
siud mar chuir mi ’n Geamhradh tharam
’S ann a bha do mhàthair leòmach
’g iarraidh ort gun mise phòsadh;
cha chuir mise dragh rim bheò oirr’
’s rùm gu leòr dhomh an taigh m’ athar:
siud mar chuir mi ’n Geamhradh tharam
smaointinn daonnan gaol mo leannain:
siud mar chuir mi ’n Geamhradh tharam.
Translation by Anne Lorne Gillies, "Songs of Gaelic Scotland"
That was how I spent the Winter,
thinking all the time about my sweetheart's love:
that was how I spent the Winter.
Many a night throughout the season
you came to call on me;
little did I think at that time
that it was another girl's sweetheart that I had:
that was how I spent the Winter.
Many a cold, freezing night
you came across the hill
back and forth across Saul's garden
coming to my bed to talk with me:
that was how I spent the Winter.
Many a night with scant clothing
I rose up on the bench:
I would advise any other girl
to stay level-headed in bed:
that was how I spent the Winter.
It was your disdainful mother
who required you not to marry me
but I won't bother her as long as I live -
there's plenty of room for me in my father's house:
that was how I spent the Winter,
thinking all the time about my sweetheart's love:
that was how I spent the Winter.