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This is a traditional Irish song arranged by The Gloaming. It appears on their second studio album titled 2. The lyrics appear to come from a book titled Laoithe Na Féinne (1941) containing old Irish songs and poems from 1772-1855.
Tháinig fáinleog, fán bhFéinn Is rug an fáinne, fán loch. D'imthigh an fáinne, ó shin anuas, Gan a thuairisc anocht.
Éan ruadh na sciathán riabhach Is éan beag eile thuas 'na bhéal Ag gabháil mágcuaird ós ár gcionn Ag seinm na bhfoinn san aer, San aer...
A swallow came by a wandering Fiann That held a ring, wandering a lake. In went the ring, and ever since it dropped, There's been no sound tonight.
A red bird of brindled wing, Higher than other birds with his voice, Going all around our heads, Playing his melody in the air, In the air...
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