Ar Bhóthar i gCósovó by Áine

Áine's Comments:  I wrote this song after hearing a story on the radio about a Kosovar woman whose infant died while the family was being expelled from their village and pushed to the country's borders during the war in Kosovo.  The mother had to bury the baby in the snow on the roadside because she was not allowed to stop long enough to dig a grave.

Slán leat, slán agat a stór
Caithfidh mise le gabháil ar aghaidh
Tusa i do choladh go deo
Mise ‘mo dheacaireacht ‘óró

Slán leat, slán agat a chroí
Béarfaidh mise d’aghaidh mar bheo
Tusa i do leachtán chomh fuar
‘S mé ar mo chosán chomh corrach

Slán leat, slán agat m’anamsa
Bíodh ‘fhios agat go mbeidh do scéal
I mo lámh’ ‘s mo bhéal go dtí
An domhan ar fad bí ‘d’aithne

Slán leat, slán agat a leanbhán
Coladh sámh is suaimhneach a h-óbó
Ná bí buartha mar bheidh mé
Ar ais uair inteacht a h-óró

Áine Cooke (1998)