Ardaigh Cuan
Anúna Lyrics


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'Á mbeinn féin in Ardaidh Cuain
'N aice'n tsléibh'úd 'tá 'bhfad uaim
Ba annamh liom gan dul ar cuairt
Go gleann na gcuach Dé Domhnaigh

Agus och och Éire 'lig is ó
Ar mo lon dubh is ó
'Sé mo chroí tá trom agus brónach

Nach tuirseach mise anseo liom féin
Nach n-airím guth coiligh, lon dubh nó traon




Gealbhan, smólach, naoscach féin
'S chan aithním féin an Domhnach

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Anuna's song Ardaigh Cuan describe a deep sense of longing for home and the despair that comes with being away from it. The opening lines describe the beautiful view of Ardaidh Cuain from a distance, but the singer cannot get close to it as it is far away on the other side of the mountain. The singer then talks about how rare it is for them to not visit Gleann na gcuach, a beautiful valley, on Sundays. The chorus follows where the singer is desperate to return to Éire, and the weight of their sadness is bearing heavy on their heart.


The second verse changes to the singer's inner turmoil as they talk about their weariness of being in the current place and surroundings they are in. The absence of the sounds of the countryside they yearn for, such as bird calls, is a strong reminder of how far they are from home. The singer does not recognize Sunday, which is a significant day for Christianity in Ireland, and this emphasizes their state of discontent. The lyrics of Ardaigh Cuan are reminiscent of the emotions experienced by individuals who have to stay away from their home country for an extended period.


Line by Line Meaning

Á mbeinn féin in Ardaidh Cuain
If only I were in the Ardaigh Cuain, near those far mountains


'N aice'n tsléibh'úd 'tá 'bhfad uaim
Close to those mountains so far away


Ba annamh liom gan dul ar cuairt
It was rare that I didn't go on a trip


Go gleann na gcuach Dé Domhnaigh
To the Valley of the Cuckoo on a Sunday morning


Agus och och Éire 'lig is ó
Oh Ireland, how I long for you


Ar mo lon dubh is ó
For my blackbird to sing to me


'Sé mo chroí tá trom agus brónach
As my heart is heavy and sad


Nach tuirseach mise anseo liom féin
Aren't I tired here alone


Nach n-airím guth coiligh, lon dubh nó traon
I don't hear the sound of a cock, a blackbird or a corncrake


Gealbhan, smólach, naoscach féin
The eagle, thrush and snipe themselves


'S chan aithním féin an Domhnach
And I don't even recognize Sunday




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: . TRADITIONAL, MICHAEL MCGLYNN, MICHAEL PHILIP MCGLYNN

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@DEDE-os7qs

Excellent my friend😊

@robertwilliams5520

Beautiful.

@RebeccaETripp

What a spectacular arrangement, and the video is just wonderful! For me, it beautifully contrasts the effortless wonder of Creation with the suffocating loneliness of modernity!

@philippegodelle697

Pure beauty as always with Michael ! how lucky we are !!!!

@luisfilipe1603

Le pouvoir des mots, la force des images. 🕊️
Nothing more to say, for beauty in its purest essence is difficult to write. 🕊️🇵🇹🇮🇪

@meganhenderson1715

Wow. That's electric. You nailed the feelings and emotions in this song! Wonderful 👍🏻 👍🏻 👍🏻 ❤

@markchristopher4165

Wow!

@deborahbarrett2385

Those glissando chord changes are terrific!

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