| Song | Pabay Mor |
| Artist | Dougie MacLean |
| Album | Who Am I |
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| 作曲 : Dougie MacLean | |
| 作词 : Dougie MacLean | |
| When first he rounded Pabay Mor and met the mountian waves alone | |
| Ther was fear til there was fear no more | |
| Wild Atlantic son | |
| He learned her gentle he learned her strong til he could feel her every heaving breath | |
| And he knew that he could do no wrong | |
| Wild Atlantic son | |
| On the shoulders of the ocean on the bare back of the sea | |
| Held in her eternal motion someone to carry me | |
| Well the tide rolls dark round Gallen Head and the wind has nowhere left to turn | |
| And the broken rocks the sea will bleed | |
| Wild Atlantic son | |
| And there she sleeps and there she roars and in a moment surging foul becomes | |
| It's a force to steal the sailor's life | |
| Wild Atlantic son | |
| When first he left the west Loch Roag in gentle calm and suset fill | |
| With wandered eyes he dreamed so still | |
| Wild Atlantic son |
| zuo qu : Dougie MacLean | |
| zuo ci : Dougie MacLean | |
| When first he rounded Pabay Mor and met the mountian waves alone | |
| Ther was fear til there was fear no more | |
| Wild Atlantic son | |
| He learned her gentle he learned her strong til he could feel her every heaving breath | |
| And he knew that he could do no wrong | |
| Wild Atlantic son | |
| On the shoulders of the ocean on the bare back of the sea | |
| Held in her eternal motion someone to carry me | |
| Well the tide rolls dark round Gallen Head and the wind has nowhere left to turn | |
| And the broken rocks the sea will bleed | |
| Wild Atlantic son | |
| And there she sleeps and there she roars and in a moment surging foul becomes | |
| It' s a force to steal the sailor' s life | |
| Wild Atlantic son | |
| When first he left the west Loch Roag in gentle calm and suset fill | |
| With wandered eyes he dreamed so still | |
| Wild Atlantic son |
| zuò qǔ : Dougie MacLean | |
| zuò cí : Dougie MacLean | |
| When first he rounded Pabay Mor and met the mountian waves alone | |
| Ther was fear til there was fear no more | |
| Wild Atlantic son | |
| He learned her gentle he learned her strong til he could feel her every heaving breath | |
| And he knew that he could do no wrong | |
| Wild Atlantic son | |
| On the shoulders of the ocean on the bare back of the sea | |
| Held in her eternal motion someone to carry me | |
| Well the tide rolls dark round Gallen Head and the wind has nowhere left to turn | |
| And the broken rocks the sea will bleed | |
| Wild Atlantic son | |
| And there she sleeps and there she roars and in a moment surging foul becomes | |
| It' s a force to steal the sailor' s life | |
| Wild Atlantic son | |
| When first he left the west Loch Roag in gentle calm and suset fill | |
| With wandered eyes he dreamed so still | |
| Wild Atlantic son |