Fhear A Bhata
Pidgeon Rebecca Lyrics
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I scan the ocean thy sail to see;
Wilt come tonight, love? wilt come tomorrow?
Wilt ever come, love, to comfort me?
Fhir a bhata, no horo eile,
Fhir a bhata, no horo eile,
Fhir a bhata, no horo eile,
They call thee fickle, they call thee false one,
And seek to change me, but all in vain;
No, thou'rt art my dream yet throughout the dark night,
And every mornin I scan the main.
Fhir a bhata, no horo eile,
Fhir a bhata, no horo eile,
Fhir a bhata, no horo eile,
O fare thee well, love, where'er ye be.
There's not a hamlet -too well I know it-
Where you go wandering or sat awhile,
But all its old folk you win with talking,
And charm its maidens with song and smile.
Fhir a bhata, no horo eile,
Fhir a bhata, no horo eile,
Fhir a bhata, no horo eile,
O fare thee well, love, where'er ye be.
Dost thou remember the promise made me,
The tartan plaidie, the silken gown,
The ring of gold with thy hair and portrait?
That gown and ring I will never own.
Fhir a bhata, no horo eile,
Fhir a bhata, no horo eile,
Fhir a bhata, no horo eile,
O fare thee well, love, where'er ye be.
The lyrics to Pidgeon Rebecca's "Fhear A Bhata" depict the longing and yearning of a lover for their significant other who is away at sea. The singer stands at the hilltop, scanning the ocean in hopes of seeing their lover's sail. They ask if their lover will come tonight, tomorrow, or ever at all to bring them comfort. The repetition of "Fhir a bhata, no horo eile" emphasizes the desperate plea of the singer for their lover's return. Despite people calling the lover fickle and false, the singer's dreams are still filled with their lover, and every morning they hope to see them return. The singer also acknowledges the lover's charm, as they manage to win over the hearts of the locals in every hamlet they visit.
The final stanza sees the singer reminiscing about the promises their lover made, including a tartan plaidie, a silken gown, a ring of gold with their hair and portrait. However, the singer acknowledges that they may never receive those gifts as their lover is likely to be lost at sea. The song's mournful tone and the singer's repetition of "O fare thee well, love, where'er ye be" serves as a poignant reminder of the pain of separation and the longing for companionship.
Line by Line Meaning
How often haunting the highest hilltop,
I often climb to the top of the hill, hoping to see you sail by on the ocean.
Wilt come tonight, love? wilt come tomorrow?
Will you come to me tonight, or perhaps tomorrow? I long for your comfort.
They call thee fickle, they call thee false one,
Others call you unreliable and untrue, but I cannot be swayed. You are still my dream, even through the darkest of nights.
There's not a hamlet -too well I know it-
I know every village you've traveled to, and how you've won over the people with your charm and song.
Dost thou remember the promise made me,
Do you remember the promises you made to me? The plaid, gown, and ring that you were to give me?
Contributed by Oliver A. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@Daniel-ug4pu
I feel like a kid again i hadnt heard this since i was like 4 or 5 and my mom would play this kind of music to help me sleep ive always wonder if i would ever hear these again
@anairam8
How often haunting the highest hilltop,
I scan the ocean thy sail to see;
Wilt come tonight, love? wilt come tomorrow?
Wilt ever come, love, to comfort me?
Fhir a bhata, no horo eile,
Fhir a bhata, no horo eile,
Fhir a bhata, no horo eile,
O fare thee well, love, where'er ye be.
They call thee fickle, they call thee false one,
And seek to change me, but all in vain;
No, thou'rt art my dream yet throughout the dark night,
And every mornin I scan the main.
Fhir a bhata, no horo eile,
Fhir a bhata, no horo eile,
Fhir a bhata, no horo eile,
O fare thee well, love, where'er ye be.
There's not a hamlet
too well I know itWhere you go wandering or sat awhile,
But all its old folk you win with talking,
And charm its maidens with song and smile.
Fhir a bhata, no horo eile,
Fhir a bhata, no horo eile,
Fhir a bhata, no horo eile,
O fare thee well, love, where'er ye be.
Dost thou remember the promise made me,
The tartan plaidie, the silken gown,
The ring of gold with thy hair and portrait?
That gown and ring I will never own.
Fhir a bhata, no horo eile,
Fhir a bhata, no horo eile,
Fhir a bhata, no horo eile,
O fare thee well, love, where'er ye be.
@atakanbarakazi2859
Just fall in love the tone
@aldwshroud720
Lovely voice! greetings from south korea, the angelic voice captures my heart!
@windyhawthorn7387
love her voice
@LearnSwahiliEasily
lovely voice
@willbrowning2812
Beautiful