Irische Segenssprüche

Irish Blessings:

*There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle
'Twas St.Patrick himself, sure, that sets it
And the sun of his labor with pleasure did smile
And with dew from his eye often wet it
It grows through the bog, through the brake
through the mireland
And they call it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland*


~I'm looking over a four-leaf clover
That I overlooked before
One leaf is sunshine, the second is rain
Third is the roses that grow in the lane
No need explaining the one remaining
Is somebody I adore
I'm looking over a four-leaf clover
That I over looked before~


*When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure it's like a morning spring
You can hear the angels sing
When Irish hearts are happy
All the world seems bright and gay
And when Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, they steal your heart away *


~Always remember to forget
The troubles that passed away
But never forget to remember
The blessings that come each day ~


*May the Irish hills caress you
May her lakes and rivers bless you
May the luck of the Irish enfold you
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you*


~May you have love that never ends
lots of money, and lots of friends
Health be yours, whatever you do
and may God send many blessings to you~


*May you always have work for your hands to do
May your pocket always hold a coin or two
May the sun shine bright on your windowpane
May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain
May the hand of a friend always be near you
And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you*


~Like the warmth of the sun
And the light of the day,
May the luck of the Irish
shine bright on your way~


*May your pockets be heavy
Your heart be light
And may good luck pursue you
Each morning and night*


~May the good saints protect you
And bless you today
And may troubles ignore you
Each step of the way~


*Grant me a sense of humor, Lord
the saving grace to see a joke
To win some happiness from life
And pass it on to other folks*


~May joy and peace surround you
Contentment latch your door
And happiness be with you now
And bless you evermore~


*May brooks and trees and singing hills
Join in the chorus too
And every gentle wind that blows
Send happiness to you*


~May your troubles be less
And your blessing be more
And nothing but happiness
May come through your door ~


*The rose and the shamrock
Will always remind me
Of lanes in the hills
That I left far behind me *


~May you be in Heaven
Half an hour before the Devil knows you’re dead~


*Whenever there is happiness
Hope you’ll be there too
Wherever there are friendly smiles
Hope they’ll smile on you
Whenever there is sunshine
Hope it shine especially
For you to make each day for you
As bright as it can be*


~How sweetly lies old Ireland
Emerald green beyond the foam
Awakening sweet memories
Calling the heart back home~


*Take me home to Shamrock Hill
The glorious place of my birth
Where the glens are green and the heather grows
‘Tis the prettiest place on earth
The wind blows free and the air is fresh
And I still hear a rippling rill
My heart is sad, but it could be glad
Take me home to Shamrock Hill*


~Whenever I dream
It seems I dream Of Erin’s rolling hills
Of all its lovely, shimmery lakes
And little babbling rills
I hear a colleen’s lilting laugh
Across a meadow fair
And in my dreams its almost seems
To me that I am there
O, Ireland! O’, Ireland
We’re Never far apart
For you and all your beauty
Fill my mind and touch my heart~


*From the great Gales of Ireland
Are the men that
God made mad, for all their wars are merry
And all their songs are sad*


~A special Irish blessing
From the heart of a friend
"May good fortune be yours
May your joys never end"~


*May the love and protection Saint Patrick can give
Be yours in abundance
As long as you live*


~May good luck be with you
Wherever you go
And your blessing outnumber
The shamrocks that grow~


*May you have all the happiness
And luck that life can hold
And at the end of your rainbows
May you find a pot of gold.*


~Where the wind has a sound like a sweet song,
And anyone can hum it
And the heather grows upon the hills
And shamrocks not far from it~


*May the lilt of Irish laughter
Lighten every load
May the mist of Irish magic
Shorten every road
May you taste the sweetest pleasures
That fortune ere bestowed,
And may all your friends remember
All the favours you are owed*


~May you always have these blessings
A soft breeze when summer comes
A warm fireside in winter
And always
The warm, soft smile of a friend~


*May the roads rise to meet you
May the wind be at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
The rain fall soft upon your fields
And, until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of His hand*


~Ireland
It’s the one place on earth
That Heaven has kissed
With melody, mirth
And meadow and mist~


*Lucky stars above you
Sunshine on your way
Many friends to love you
Joy in work and play
Laughter to outweigh each care
In your heart a song
And gladness waiting everywhere
All your whole life long*


~Deep peace of the running waves to you
Deep peace of the flowing air to you
Deep peace of the smiling stars to you
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you
Deep peace of the watching shepherds to you
Deep peace of the Son of Peace to you~


*May your blessings outnumber
The Shamrocks that grow
And may trouble avoid you
Wherever you go*


~May your home be filled with laughter
May your pockets be filled with gold
And may you have all the happiness
Your Irish heart can hold.~


*May good luck be your friend
In whatever you do
And may trouble be always
A stranger to you*


~You’ve blessed me with friends
And laughter and fun
With rain that’s as soft
As the light from the sun
You’ve blessed me with the stars
To brighten each night
You’ve given me help
To know wrong from right
You’ve given me so much
Please, Lord give me too
A heart that is always
Grateful to you~

Irischer Zauberspruch für ein langes Leben:

Ich rufe die sieben Töchter des Meeres, welche die Lebensfäden deren wirken, die lange leben auf Erden. Dreimal soll der Tod von mir gekommen sein. Drei volle seien mir geschenkt und die sieben Wogen des Glücks seinen mein. Gespenster sollen mich nicht schrecken, noch sollen mir sie schaden. Wenn ich in blitzendem Panzer des Weges ziehe. Bekannt soll ich sein bei den schönen Frauen auf dieser Erde und erst im hohen Alter soll ich sterben. Ich rufe den Mond, den unsterblichen Silberkämpen. Eine Zeit von der Güte weißer Bronze werde mir zuteil. Möge mir Nachkommenschaft geschenkt werden, möge mein Recht gewahrt bleiben. Die kopflose Natter soll mich nicht ergreifen, noch der grimme, graue Wurm. Oder der kopflose schwarze Käfer. Kein Dieb soll mir Böses anhaben können. Die Frauen sollen mich nicht verwirren in meinem Denken und Handeln, bewaffnete Haufen sollen mich nicht erschlagen. Der König des Alls möge mir eine lange Lebensdauer schenken. Ich rufe Senach an, der sieben Lebensalter durchlebte, Ihn, den Feen an den Brüsten der Fülle ernährten:

Mögen meine sieben Kerzen nie erlöschen

Ich bin eine unbezwingliche Feste. Ich bin ein kostbarer Stein. Ich bin ein Alter, reich an Wochen.

Hundert mal hundert Jahre möge ich leben. Ein Jahrhundert nach dem anderen.