Antoinette McKenna Sraid an Chloig Lyrics

Ní minic a chuimhním anois ort 'Tisn't often I think of you these days
Ach inniú lá do bhreithe But today on your birthday
Braithim uaim ceirnín do ghutha I miss the record of your voice
Gona h-aorian clamhsáin With its one-track of complaining
Is do chroí athláimhe And your second-hand heart
Gona chlúdach stróicthe With its torn cover
Dialaim dúnta do mhothúchán The closed collection of your feelings

Curfá: Chorus:
D'fhanas deich neomat ar shráid an chloig I waited ten minutes on the street of the clock
Ag comhaireamh neomat ar neomat Counting minute by minute
Go doicheallach stuacach a máirseáil tharam Grudgingly, stuck upedly marching past me
Ar shála árda ar shráid an chloig On high heels on clock street

Ceolann an bháisteach fonn deor The rain plays a tear-tune
A éilíonn focail That calls for words
Is mo scórnach slóchta ag slaghdán And my throat choked with a cold
Níl nóta im' cheann There isn't a note in my head
Is a chroí aonphoirt And oh my heart of the one tune
Gona mhéara aclaí With its athletic fingers
Chughainn arís séasur foghlama Here we go again with the learning season

(Curfá 2x) (Chorus 2x)