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Thread #169305 Message #4091881
Posted By: RunrigFan
06-Feb-21 - 07:42 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Add: An t-Aodainn Ban
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: An t-Aodainn Ban
Since I left the land of my youth Great is my sadness and yearning Now I never see the hillocks The hollows or the pools I am far from my friends Although I remember them well And the voices which welcomed me Are now no longer heard
The high shady hills With their peaks in the clouds There is nothing more beautiful in the land When they are cloaked in heather Until death closes my eyes And I hear and see no more I will long for the Isle of Skye Where I spent my youth
When the summer sun shines On the beautiful banks And you see the flowers growing The prettiest under the sun They have never seen a gardener And no hand ever cultivated them But growing from the world of nature Is every bush, flower and rose
I am far from the place Where I was brought up I am far from the Gaelic tongue The poetry and the music I am no longer welcomed With the words "How are you, friend?" And I will never forget my homeland Until I lie in the grave
I cannot leave Edinbaine Without composing a verse in its honor Many of my friends are there And I belong there myself It is there that my parents reside Who have guided my life's steps And as long as they live there There will be a welcome there for me