Lletres: Enya. Na Laetha Geal M'óige.

Ag amharc tré m'óige
Is mé bhí sámh
Gan eolas marbh
Bhí mé óg san am,


Anois, táim buartha
's fad ar shiúil an lá.
Ochón 's ochón ó.


Na laetha geal m'óige
Bhí siad lán de dhóchas
An bealach mór a bhí romham anonn
Bhí sé i ndán domh go mbeinn, slán, slán.


(Repeat refrain)

(Translation:
The bright days of my youth

(In honor of my father and mother)


Looking back over my youth
I see I was contented
Without knowledge of death
I was young then

Now I am worried
During the course of the day.
(Oh sorrow!) [Alas and woe, oh.]

The bright days of my youth
Were full of hope
The big road that was before us then
Was what was destined to be,
Bye bye... )