Lyrics The Stamping Ground - Runrig
April
comes
to
the
new
grass
on
the
hills
of
gold
Tha
feur
ur
air
bar
an
tallamh,
bar
an
tallamh,
horribh
o
Where
winter
falls
in
the
long
cold
north
Black
waters
wait
in
the
Ice
and
snow
Tha
feur
ur
air
bar
an
tallamh,
bar
an
tallamh,
horribh
o
Black
waters
wait
in
the
Ice
and
sun
Through
the
glens
where
your
great
rivers
run
So
we
tend
and
we
nurture
all
the
seeds
we've
sown
Tha
feur
ur
air
bar
an
tallamh,
bar
an
tallamh,
horribh
o
Through
all
the
frosts
and
rains
the
west
winds
blow
till
the
fields
turn
ripe
and
a
harvest
stored
Tha
feur
ur
air
bar
an
tallamh,
bar
an
tallamh,
horribh
o
Through
all
the
frosts
and
rains
the
west
winds
blow
We
will
wait
here
till
the
winter's
end
So
it's
blood
on
blood,
our
bond,
our
word
Tha
feur
ur
air
bar
an
tallamh,
bar
an
tallamh,
horribh
o
For
the
strength
and
weakness
of
our
days
is
to
take
you
there
on
a
journey
shared
Tha
feur
ur
air
bar
an
tallamh,
bar
an
tallamh,
horribh
o
So
take
this
ring,
make
it
sparkle
and
glow
it's
much
greater
than
we
may
ever
know
Back
on
the
stamping
ground
to
where
it
all
began
Back
on
the
stamping
ground
We
come
again
(Translation:
There's
a
new
grass
growing
on
the
top
of
the
soil)
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