Text/Doudou Jian

Beautifully mobilizing your gentle face is the care of love - Doudou Jian~

This song comes from an Irish band ALTAN's Celtic songs are as natural and simple as hibiscus, without any carvings. The sadness seems to have penetrated into the bone marrow in the dialogue-like singing between father and daughter. A woman married a son of a nobleman when she was young. She was worried that her age would one day become the main cause of emotional tragedy. She complained about her father's mistakes. In the second year after marriage, they had their own child, but her husband was still a child, growing up day by day. She sent him to school and wrapped him in a blue headscarf. She was afraid that others would take away the true love that her father had chosen for her. A trick of fate made her a widow soon. While sewing a shroud for her lover, her sorrow became the soul of the entire song.

Altan (Elton's band) is known as the most outstanding Irish traditional folk band in the 1990s and has almost become synonymous with Irish traditional music. The band consists of 6 musicians, who play violin, flute, organ and other musical instruments with Irish characteristics. They have always maintained the traditional education model of Irish musicians from master to apprentice, so that the most Irish-style music can be maintained and spread. The record has won multiple gold and platinum record awards. A variety of different styles of music, such as rock, blues, jazz and even country music, have a unique style under their strong Irish performance. The music played by Elton's band does not belong to any branch of music. What they do is to break down all cultural barriers between national music, world music and rock music.

The trees they grow high, the leaves they do grow green,

The trees grow tall and turn green

Many is the time my true love Ive seen,

How many times have I seen my true love

Many an hour I have watched him all alone,

Many an hour I have watched him all alone

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Hes young but hes daily growing.

He is young but hes growing up slowly

Father, dear father, you have done me great wrong,

Father, dear father, you have made a big mistake against me

You have married me to a boy who is too young,

You have married me to a boy who is too young,

A very small boy

I am twice twelve and he is but fourteen,

I am twenty-four, he is fourteen

Daughter, dear daughter, Ive done you no wrong,

Daughter, dear daughter, dad did nothing wrong.

He's young but he's daily growing

He's young but he's growing up slowly

I have married you to a great lords son,

I married you to the son of the great lord

He will be a man for you when I am dead and gone,

After my death he will be The man you can rely on

Hes young but hes daily growing

Too young but he is growing up slowly

Father, dear father, if you see fit,

Father, dear father, if you think it’s okay

Well send him to college for another year yet,

Send him to college next year

Ill tie a blue ribbon all around his head,

I will tie a blue ribbon all around his head,

To let the maidens know that he is married .

So that others will know that he is married

One day I was looking over my fathers castle wall,

One day I was looking over my fathers castle wall, Outside

I spied all the boys playing with a ball,

And my own true love was the flower of them all,

My true love is the best of them all

He's young but he's daily growing

He's young but he's growing up

And so early in the morning at the dawning of the day,

One early morning

They went into a hayfield to have some sport and play,

< p> They came to the grass to exercise and play

And what they did there she never would declare,

What they did there she would never say

< p> But she never more complained of his growing.

But she never complained more of his growing.

At the age of fourteen he was a married man,

At the age of fourteen, he is a married man

At the age of fifteen the father of my son,

At the age of fifteen, he is the father of a child

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At the age of sixteen his grave it was green,

And death had put an end to his growing.

Death ends his growth

Ill buy my love some flannel, Ill make my love a shroud,

some methods

Lan velvet, make a shroud for my love

With every stitch I put in it, the tears they will pour down,

With every stitch I put in it, the tears they will pour down,

With every stitch I put in it, how the tears they will flow,

Every stitch, how many tears will flow

Cruel fate has put an end to his growing.< /p>

The cruelty of fate prevents him from growing up

"For Irons"

Shelley

You are so cute, baby, I love you so much!

Your smiling cheeks, blue eyes,

Your affectionate, soft and touching body,

Give birth to an iron heart full of hatred. Love;

Sometimes, you fall asleep immediately when you want to sleep, and your mother

leans over and hugs you tightly to her awake heart,

All the movements your silent eyes feel

convey her joyful love to you;

Sometimes, she holds you in her white breast,

I look at your face affectionately, her face

is looming on your face----at times like this,

You are even more lovely, a beautiful and delicate bud ;

Your mother’s beautiful image borrows from your gentle demeanor

When fully presented, you are the cutest!

(Translated by Tu An)