ARAN GIRL
 
She is the flower of winter
My lovely Celtic bloom
She waits for me by Aran’s shore
For the currach’s swift return
She smiles away my hardest day
My Aran flower sweet
I’ve loved her since our childhood years
Mo chailín deas mo chroi.
 
She is the primrose of the spring
My gentle Aran rose
She looks for me when I’m at sea
With eyes of purest love
I feel the brightness of her heart
Reach out from Aran’s quay
While searching for the currach’s bows
In the wild Atlantic seas
 
She is the warmth of summer’s morn
My island’s mystic air
With wild flowers held close to her breast
With hands of loving care
I see her walk the cliff tops there
As the currach beats the foam
She calls to me from high above
The seagulls’ nesting young
 
She is the autumn’s shyness
My close of Celtic day
She’ll wait till night falls all alone
Just to greet me from the sea
I lift the currach from the waves
And I rest it on the stones
She comes to help my aching back
Then she takes me to her home.
 
She is my gentle Aran girl
As pure as sweet primrose
As fair as any summer’s day
She’s as wild as winter’s snows
She has the freshness of the spring
She’s autumn on her hair
With eyes of Aran like the sea
She’s my gentle Aran girl
 
©Finbar Furey 1997