Taladh Chriosta (The Christ​-​Child's Lullaby)

by Ross Crean

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Taladh Chriosta (The Christ-Child's Lullaby)

Mo ghaol, mo ghradh, a's m' fheudail thu,
M' ion'ntas ur a's n' eibhneas thu,
Mo mhacan aluinn ceutach thu,
Cha 'n fhiu mi fein bhi 'd dhail.

Aleluiah, Aleluiah, Aleluiah, Aleluiah.

Mo ghaol an t-sùil a sheallas tlath!
Mo ghaol an chridhe tha liont’ le gràdh!
Ged as leanabh Thu gun chàil,
Is lìonmhor buaidh tha ort a’ fàs.

Aleluiah, Aleluiah, Aleluiah, Aleluiah.

Ge d' is leanamh diblidh thu,
Cinnteach 's Righ nan Righrean thu.
'S tu 'n t-oighre dligheach, firinneach
Air Rioghachd Dhé nan gràs.

Aleluiah, Aleluiah, Aleluiah, Aleluiah.


TRANSLATION:

My love, my love and my treasure are You,
My treasure and my joy are You,
My lovely, becoming son are You,
I'm not worthy of being near You.

My love whose eye has tender gaze!
My love whose heart is full of love!
Though you are a babe without fault,
You grow in victory.

Though You're a feeble baby for sure,
The King of Kings are You.
You're the rightful, true heir
Of the Kingdom of God of the graces.

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released December 14, 2013

Traditional Hebridean Folksong
Arranged by Ross Crean
Copyright 2013 Ross Crean/Knight & Thorne Music/ASCAP

Recorded at the Morgan Studio, Chicago, IL

All voices and instrumentation by Ross Crean

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Track Name: Taladh Chriosta (The Christ-Child's Lullaby)
Mo ghaol, mo ghradh, a's m' fheudail thu,
M' ion'ntas ur a's n' eibhneas thu,
Mo mhacan aluinn ceutach thu,
Cha 'n fhiu mi fein bhi 'd dhail.

Aleluiah, Aleluiah, Aleluiah, Aleluiah.

Mo ghaol an t-suil a sheallas tla!
Mo ghaol an cridh' tha liont' le gradh!
Ge d' is leanamh thu gun chàil
Is lionmhõr buaidh tha ort a' fàs.

Aleluiah, Aleluiah, Aleluiah, Aleluiah.

Ge d' is leanamh diblidh thu,
Cinnteach 's Righ nan Righrean thu,
'S tu 'n t-oighre dligheach, firinneach
Air Rioghachd Dhé nan gràs.

Aleluiah, Aleluiah, Aleluiah, Aleluiah.

TRANSLATION:

My joy, my love, my darling thou,
My treasure new, my rapture thou,
My comely beauteous babe-son thou,
Unworthy am I to tend to thee.

My sun of hope and light art thou!
My love of heart and eye art thou!
Tho' but a tender babe, I bow
In heavenly rapture unto thee!

Though You're a feeble baby, for sure,
The King of Kings are You.
You are the rightful, true heir
Of the Kingdom of God of the graces.