Skye

How can't you see The wilderness growing free Time wounded and scarred Stroking away the years It's hard to believe But memories are old ghosts Mountains of black and gold Sunsets falling over the moor Oh take me there!

'S na horo eile, horo bho 'S na horo bho, hillean o 'S na horo eille ho Take me there!

You take your dream You make life what you feel Appearances lead to deceive This drama so far from me Destiny On facts aching wings Wild geese fly low over your shores Hearts sailing over the trees Oh take me there!

'S na horo eile, horo bho 'S na horo bho, hillean o 'S na horo eille ho Take me there!

Chi mi'n t-eilean uaine Tir nam beanntann arda Ceo a'tuiteam tron a'ghleann Na shineadh air do raointeann