Music: The Mist Covered Mountains
Scottish Song
O chi, chi mi na morbheanna
O chi, chi mi na corrbheanna
O chi, chi mi na coireachan
Chi mi na sgoran fo cheo.
Chi mi gun dail an t-aite 's an d'rugadh mi
Cuirear orm failt' 's a' chanain a thuigeas mi
Gheibh mi ann aoidh abus gradh 'n uair ruigeam
Nach reicinn air thunnaichean oir.
Chi mi ann coilltean, chi mi ann doireachan
Chi mi ann maghan bana is toraiche
Chi mi na feidh air lar nan coireachan
Falaicht' an trusgan de cheo.
Beanntaichean arda is aillidh leacainnean
Sluagh ann an comhnuidh is coire cleachdainnean
'S aotrom mo cheum a' leum g'am faicinn
Is fanaidh mi tacan le deoin.
Ho ro, soon shall I see them, o h
Ho ro, soon shall I be there, o h
Ho ro, soon shall I see them,
The mist-covered mountains of old.
Soon shall I gaze on the place of my birth again.
There will they welcome me home in the words I ken,
Gift of homecoming and love when I'm come to them,
Missed not for mountains of gold.
There, shall grave forest and grove to my eye appeear.
There, where the fair fertile leas lie, a belvedere.
There, at the foot of the steep-sided fells,
The dear mist-encloaked mountains enfold.
High as the beauty of high ben and high tor,
A host who'll keep place at their hearths
As a right for a Heart that leaps light as my step to the sight,
For amidst of our mountains I'll hold |
