Cearcal A Chuain - Runrig

Tha sinn uile air cuan

Stiureadh cuairt troimh ar beatha

A' seoladh geola dhorch

Air chall an greim na mara

Tha a’ghaoth air ar cul

Tha a' gheol a' cumail roimhe

'S cha dean uair no an cuan

Tonaisgh dhuinn no rian

A' mhuir tha i ciuin

Tha i fiadhaich tha i farsainn

Tha i alainn tha i diamhair

Tha i gamhlasach is domhain

O ach sin tha sinn dall

'S chaneil againn ach beatha

Tog an seol, tog an ramh

Gus an fhaigh sinn astar ann

Ach tha mi’n duil, tha mi’n duil

Nuair a bhios a' ghrian dol fodha

Chi iad mi a' stiuireadh 'n iar

Null a dh’Uibhist air a' chearcal

Cearcal a' chuain

Gu brath bidh i a' tionndadh

Leam gu machair geal an lar

Far an do thoisich an la

We are all at sea

A visit was guided through our lives

Sailing a dark dinghy

Lost the grip of the sea

The wind is behind us

The wind continues

And neither the hour nor the sea will do

Tone for us or trace

The sea is calm

She's mad she's wide

She's beautiful she's mysterious

She is hateful and deep

Oh but that we are blind

And we only have life

Lift the sail, lift the oar

Until we get some distance there

But I hope so

When the sun goes down

They see me heading west

Over to Uist on the ring

The circle of the ocean

Forever she turns

Leam to the white machair of the floor

Where the day began