The Skye Boat Song
(专辑: The Sweetheart Tree - 1965)
Speed, bonnie boat, like a
bird on the
wing, Onward! the
sailors cry; Carry the
lad that's born to be King Over the
sea to Skye. Loud the
winds howl, loud the
waves roar, Thunderclouds rend the
air; Baffled, our foes stand by the
shore, Follow they will not dare. Speed, bonnie boat, like a
bird on the
wing, Onward! the
sailors cry; Carry the
lad that's born to be King Over the
sea to Skye. Though the
waves leap, so soft shall ye sleep, Ocean's a
royal bed. Rocked in the
deep, Flora will keep Watch by your weary head. Speed, bonnie boat, like a
bird on the
wing, Onward! the
sailors cry; Carry the
lad that's born to be King Over the
sea to Skye. Many's the
lad fought on that day, Well the
Claymore could wield, When the
night came, silently lay Dead on Culloden's field. Speed, bonnie boat, like a
bird on the
wing, Onward! the
sailors cry; Carry the
lad that's born to be King Over the
sea to Skye. Burned are their homes, exile and death Scatter the
loyal men; Yet ere the
sword cool in the
sheath Charlie will come again.