Текст песни Oran Ailein / Leaving Strathconon - Runrig
                                                Teine 
                                                oidhche 
                                                geamhradh
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nar 
                                                sheasamh 
                                                air 
                                                an 
                                                làr
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sheinn 
                                                sinn 
                                                òran 
                                                Ailein
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sèist 
                                                is 
                                                rann
 
                                    
                                
                                                'S 
                                                an 
                                                trèana 
                                                ruith 
                                                cho 
                                                taibhseil
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mar 
                                                chuimhne 
                                                tron 
                                                a' 
                                                ghleann
 
                                    
                                
                                                'S 
                                                iomadh 
                                                loit 
                                                nach 
                                                tig 
                                                slàn
 
                                    
                                
                                                LEAVING 
                                                STRATHCONON
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                the 
                                                emigrant 
                                                ones,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Not 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                line
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                your 
                                                father's 
                                                son,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                mine
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                all 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                northwords
 
                                    
                                
                                                Turn 
                                                distant 
                                                and 
                                                small
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                they 
                                                mean 
                                                nothing,
 
                                    
                                
                                                No, 
                                                nothing 
                                                at 
                                                all.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Right 
                                                here's 
                                                the 
                                                river's 
                                                source,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it 
                                                flows 
                                                out 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                world
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                heart 
                                                of 
                                                Caledonia
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                drowning 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                flood
 
                                    
                                
                                                Was 
                                                there 
                                                hunger 
                                                in 
                                                our 
                                                striving?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Did 
                                                the 
                                                light 
                                                shine 
                                                in 
                                                our 
                                                dark?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Was 
                                                everything 
                                                we 
                                                ever 
                                                needed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Always 
                                                right 
                                                here 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                start?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Please 
                                                believe 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Something 
                                                in 
                                                me 
                                                died
 
                                    
                                
                                                Leaving 
                                                Strathconon
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                your 
                                                mountains 
                                                behind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Please 
                                                believe 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Something 
                                                in 
                                                me 
                                                died
 
                                    
                                
                                                Leaving 
                                                Strathconon
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                your 
                                                father's 
                                                home 
                                                behind.
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                stood 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                hundred 
                                                gangways,
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                the 
                                                way 
                                                it's 
                                                always 
                                                been.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                walked 
                                                out 
                                                beyond 
                                                Calvary
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                all 
                                                my 
                                                kith 
                                                and 
                                                kin
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                war 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                world
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                conquer 
                                                and 
                                                roam
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lie 
                                                the 
                                                wounds 
                                                that 
                                                stay 
                                                bleeding
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                raw 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                soul.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Please 
                                                believe 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Something 
                                                in 
                                                me 
                                                died
 
                                    
                                
                                                Leaving 
                                                Strathconon
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                your 
                                                mountains 
                                                behind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Please 
                                                believe 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Something 
                                                in 
                                                me 
                                                died
 
                                    
                                
                                                Leaving 
                                                Strathconon
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                your 
                                                father's 
                                                home 
                                                behind.
 
                                    
                                
                                                After 
                                                the 
                                                raging 
                                                flame,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                embers 
                                                burn 
                                                slow
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                leaving, 
                                                leaving, 
                                                leaving,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Till 
                                                there's 
                                                nowhere 
                                                left 
                                                to 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                seas, 
                                                the 
                                                slums, 
                                                the 
                                                battlefields,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                shipyards, 
                                                the 
                                                tides,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                straths, 
                                                the 
                                                glens, 
                                                the 
                                                drove 
                                                roads,
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                the 
                                                prairies 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                mines.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                    a 
                                                still, 
                                                autumn 
                                                morning,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it 
                                                covers 
                                                Loch 
                                                Meig
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                trees 
                                                across 
                                                the 
                                                valley
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                    a 
                                                blaze 
                                                of 
                                                dying 
                                                green
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                seen 
                                                too 
                                                many 
                                                tail-lights,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Didn't 
                                                need 
                                                to 
                                                say 
                                                goodbye
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                just 
                                                souls 
                                                across 
                                                    a 
                                                shrinking 
                                                world
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                    a 
                                                distant 
                                                starlit 
                                                night.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Please 
                                                believe 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Something 
                                                in 
                                                me 
                                                died
 
                                    
                                
                                                Leaving 
                                                Strathconon
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                your 
                                                mountains 
                                                behind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Please 
                                                believe 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Something 
                                                in 
                                                me 
                                                died
 
                                    
                                
                                                Leaving 
                                                Strathconon
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                your 
                                                father's 
                                                home 
                                                behind.
 
                                    
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