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Òran Ailein / Leaving Strathconon

 

Òran Ailein / Leaving Strathconon

(альбом: The Stamping Ground - 2001)


[Òran Ailein]

Teine oidhche geamhradh
'Nar sheasamh air an lar
Sheinn sinn oran Ailein
Seist is rann
'S an treana ruith cho taibhseil
Mar cuimhne tron ghleann
'S iomadh loit nach tig slan

[Leaving Strathconon]

We're the emigrant ones, not the last in the line
You're your father's son, and I am mine
And all of our northwords turn distant and small
In the end they mean nothing, no-nothing at all

Right here's the river's source, and it flows out to the world
And the heart of Caledonia is drowning in its flood
Was there hunger in our striving, did the light shine in our dark
Was everything we ever needed always right here from the start

Please believe me
Something in me died
Leaving Strathconon
And your mountains behind

We stood on a hundred gangways, that's the way it's always been
I walked out beyond Calvary with all my kith and kin
In the war of the worlds we conquer and roam
Lie the wounds that stay bleeding and raw in the soul

Please believe me
Something in me died
Leaving Strathconon
And your mountains behind
Please believe me
Something in me died
Leaving Strathconon
And your father's home behind

After the raging flame, the embers burn slow
We're leaving, leaving, leaving, 'til there's nowhere left to go
The seas, the slums, the battlefields, the shipyards, the tides
The straths, the glens, the drove roads, all the prairies and the mines

It's a still, autumn morning, and it covers Loch Meig
And all the trees across the valley in a blaze of dying green
I've seen too many tail-lights, didn't need to say goodbye
We're just souls across a shrinking world in a distant starlit night

Please believe me
Something in me died
Leaving Strathconon
And your mountains behind
Please believe me
Something in me died
Leaving Strathconon
And your father's home behind

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