mercredi 17 mars 2010


"I have left my book,
I have left my room,
For I heard you singing
Through the gloom."
— James Joyce

As I walked down by the riverside
One evening in the spring
Heard a long gone song
From days gone by
Blown in on the great North wind
Though there is no lonesome corncrake's cry
Or sorrow and delight
You can hear the cars
And the shouts from bars
And the laughter and the fights

May the ghosts that howled
Round the house at night
Never keep you from your sleep
May they all sleep tight
Down in hell tonight
Or where ever they may be

As I walked on with a heavy heart
Then a stone danced on the tide
And the song went on
Though the lights were gone
And the North wind gently sighed
And an evening breeze coming from the East
That kissed the riverside
So I pray now child that you sleep tonight
When you hear this lullaby

May the wind that blows from haunted graves
Never bring you misery
May the angels bright
Watch you tonight
And keep you while you sleep

Beannachtai na Feile Padraig!
Ouais, joyeuse St-Patrick, spécialement aux Irlandais Matapédiens!

4 commentaires:

piedssurterre a dit…

Un pub, là tout de suite, le la bière, des mecs bourrés qui chantent ! Des violons, des cornemuses, des rousses!
Triste sud, on fête pas la Saint-Patrick !
Faque, la fête de la figue, ça fait pas pareil !

Gomeux a dit…


É. a dit…

Oââ… Joyce in the jolly jingly mornin'

piedssurterre a dit…

Oups !