Soraidh bhuam gu Barraidh - Capercaillie

Soraidh bhuam gu Barraidh

Eilean's maisich tha fo'n ghrein

Far an nic an robh mi sugradh

's le sunna a ruith na spreidh

Gur lionmhor lus tha fas fa'n druchd

Is deallt air uir as dheidh

A' bheireadh slainte is mnuirneal dhuit

Air maduimn chubhraidh cheit



An am diread mo mhiann

Air feasgar farm's an fhoghar

Nuair a chromadh air a ghrian

Gum beathaicheadh am faladh thu

Far luscan b'aille fiomh

An aiteag chubhraidh alvinn

Thig far bharr a' chnain an lar.



An am eirigh anns an t-samhradh

'se bhith ann, bu mhor mo mhiann

Gach iasgair 's e le bhata

Dol gu aite a chuir na lion

Nuair a charadh iad simil shlan rith

Air a setadh dol dha'n iar.



'Se Barraidh an t-eilean 's boidhche

Ann cho mor s gun d'chur mi nigh

Far an tric an do ghabh mi oran

Measg nan oighean maiseach civin

'S ged tha mi'n duigh air m'aimeol

An Australia nan craobh

Cha di-chuimhuich mi a Ghaidhlig

Tha i sgriobhte 's a' chlaraig m'aois.



My blessings on Barra



My blessings on Barra

the most beautiful island under the sun

Where I often played

And happily herded the cattle

Plants abound beneath the dew

And the fine rain on the soil

On a May morning

Gives forth both good health and happiness.



I wished for nothing better

Than to walk through the maram grass

To the moors

As the sun sank low on a still autumn evening

When the fragrance of the most beautiful plants

Would invigorate me

As would the gentle sea breezes

Coming from the Atlantic.



In the summer

My only wish was to be there

As the fisherman in their boats

Went to lay the lines.

What a joy it was to watch

The boatsunder full sail on

The crests of the white waves

As they headed on their westerly course.



Barra is the most beautiful island

The island of my heart's desire

When I often sang in the company

Of serene and beautiful young ladies

And although I'm alone today

In Australia of the trees

I'll never forget the Gaelic language

Which is engraved on my mind.