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)