Soraidh Bhuam Gu Barraidh – Capercaillie – letras

Soraidh bhuam gu BarraidhEilean’s maisich tha fo’n ghreinFar an nic an robh mi sugradh’s le sunna a ruith na spreidhGur lionmhor lus tha fas fa’n druchdIs deallt air uir as dheidhA’ bheireadh slainte is mnuirneal dhuitAir maduimn chubhraidh cheitAn am diread mo mhiannAir feasgar farm’s an fhogharNuair a chromadh air a ghrianGum beathaicheadh am faladh thuFar luscan b’aille fiomhAn aiteag chubhraidh alvinnThig far bharr a’ chnain an lar.An am eirigh anns an t-samhradh’se bhith ann, bu mhor mo mhiannGach iasgair ‘s e le bhataDol gu aite a chuir na lionNuair a charadh iad simil shlan rithAir a setadh dol dha’n iar.’Se Barraidh an t-eilean ‘s boidhcheAnn cho mor s gun d’chur mi nighFar an tric an do ghabh mi oranMeasg nan oighean maiseach civin’S ged tha mi’n duigh air m’aimeolAn Australia nan craobhCha di-chuimhuich mi a GhaidhligTha i sgriobhte ‘s a’ chlaraig m’aois.My blessings on BarraMy blessings on Barrathe most beautiful island under the sunWhere I often playedAnd happily herded the cattlePlants abound beneath the dewAnd the fine rain on the soilOn a May morningGives forth both good health and happiness.I wished for nothing betterThan to walk through the maram grassTo the moorsAs the sun sank low on a still autumn eveningWhen the fragrance of the most beautiful plantsWould invigorate meAs would the gentle sea breezesComing from the Atlantic.In the summerMy only wish was to be thereAs the fisherman in their boatsWent to lay the lines.What a joy it was to watchThe boatsunder full sail onThe crests of the white wavesAs they headed on their westerly course.Barra is the most beautiful islandThe island of my heart’s desireWhen I often sang in the companyOf serene and beautiful young ladiesAnd although I’m alone todayIn Australia of the treesI’ll never forget the Gaelic languageWhich is engraved on my mind.