Mo Mhàthair

4. Mo Mhàthair (Neil MacLean, Public Domain) 4:08 Slow, Celtic. Written during the Spanish Flu. A song in praise of mothers, about being far away from home, and longing to be a child once again. With Mac Morin (piano), Robyn Carrigan (harmony), Colin Grant (first fiddle), and on violin chorus, John Pellerin, Anna Ludlow, Chrissy Crowley, Joe MacMaster, and Bradley Murphy.

Translation :

(Pronounced Mo VA-hair)

Bring my greetings
across the seas
To my mother,
so far away from me
The great distance of the ocean
Won't keep her love from my heart
She nurtured me when I was a child
And raised me with love
Oh, my respect for her
Will never pale

Although I have wandered
Here to this land
On the other side of the world
And though oceans spread Between us
It is my wish to go home
To my mother in the village
Oh I long to be
in my youth again

I think of her when I awake
In my sleep she is close to me
She is always caring in every way,
A cheerful, hospitable person,
In my eyes, all the time
The aim of my heart
Is to return home to her