Sguaban Arbhair - Runrig

Bha mi raoir a' siubhal drathair

'S thainig dealbh do mo laimh

Dealbh mo sheannmh’air is mo shean’air

'S balach og na shuidh' ri’n taobh

'S iad ag obair aig na sguaban arbhair

Shuidh mi g’an coimhead fad' na h-oidhch'

Thainig cianalas na m’chridhe

'S thainig cuideam na mo laimh

Uair eile gu bhith dhachaidh

Uair eile gu bhith beo

Ruith mu’n cuairt na sguaban arbhair

Uair eile gu bhith og

Cha’n e aois a tha mi sabaid

Cha’n e mo bheatha nach eil slan

'S e bhith fuireach ann a' saoghal maide

Le chuid daoin' nach tuig mo chainnt

Uair eile gu bhith dhachaidh

Uair eile gu bhith beo

Ruith mu’n cuairt na sguaban arbhair

Uair eile gu bhith og

Dh’fhalbh mo sheannmh’air 's mo shean’air

Thuit na sguaban arbhair sios

Dh’fhalbh mi gu saobhal eile

'S dh’fhalbh a' Ghaidhlig bho mo bheul

Uair eile gu bhith dhachaidh

Uair eile gu bhith beo

Ruith mu’n cuairt na sguaban arbhair

Uair eile gu bhith og

Last night I was looking for a drawer

And a picture came to me

Photo of my grandparents

There was a young boy sitting beside them

They work at the sheaves of corn

I sat watching them all night

Nostalgia came into my heart

And the weight came into my hand

Another time to be home

Another time to live

Run around the sheaves of corn

Another time to be young

It's not age I'm fighting for

It is not my life that is not intact

To live in a wooden world

With some people who do not understand my speech

Another time to be home

Another time to live

Run around the sheaves of corn

Another time to be young

My grandparents are gone

The sheaves of corn fell down

I went to another world

And Gaelic disappeared from my mouth

Another time to be home

Another time to live

Run around the sheaves of corn

Another time to be young