Runrig - Skye lyrics

rate me

How can't you see

The wilderness growing free

Time wounded and scarred

Stroking away the years

It's hard to believe

But memories are old ghosts

Mountains of black and gold

Sunsets falling over the moor

Oh, take me there

'S na horo eile, horo bho

'S na horo bho, hillean o

'S na horo eile ho, take me there!

You take your dream

You make life what you feel

Appearances lead to deceive

This drama so far from me

Destiny

On fact’s aching wings

Wild geese fly low over your shore

Hearts sailing over the trees

Oh, take me there!

'S na horo eile, horo bho

'S na horo bho, hillean o

'S na horo eile ho, take me there!

Chì mi 'n t-eilean uaine

Tìr nam beanntann àrda

Ceò a' tuiteam tron a' ghleann

Na shìneadh air do raointeann