| Song | Distant Son |
| Artist | Dougie MacLean |
| Album | Riof |
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| 作曲 : Dougie MacLean | |
| 作词 : Dougie MacLean | |
| I have been strengthened, me your distant son | |
| You fill my sails with winds to move me on | |
| And on the swell of the Atlantic sea | |
| I find forgotten roots to steady me | |
| And now I can be free within these winds of change | |
| It wildly comes to me unfolding endlessly | |
| I have been opened, me the restless one | |
| You give me paths of rock to walk upon | |
| And in the shelter of the Traigh Hennish sand | |
| You give me gentle shore on which to land | |
| When island signs meet with others from the shore | |
| We sail through channels deep like those who’ve gone before | |
| And in the clear of the Hebridean night | |
| We turn her head round sailing out of sight |
| zuo qu : Dougie MacLean | |
| zuo ci : Dougie MacLean | |
| I have been strengthened, me your distant son | |
| You fill my sails with winds to move me on | |
| And on the swell of the Atlantic sea | |
| I find forgotten roots to steady me | |
| And now I can be free within these winds of change | |
| It wildly comes to me unfolding endlessly | |
| I have been opened, me the restless one | |
| You give me paths of rock to walk upon | |
| And in the shelter of the Traigh Hennish sand | |
| You give me gentle shore on which to land | |
| When island signs meet with others from the shore | |
| We sail through channels deep like those who' ve gone before | |
| And in the clear of the Hebridean night | |
| We turn her head round sailing out of sight |
| zuò qǔ : Dougie MacLean | |
| zuò cí : Dougie MacLean | |
| I have been strengthened, me your distant son | |
| You fill my sails with winds to move me on | |
| And on the swell of the Atlantic sea | |
| I find forgotten roots to steady me | |
| And now I can be free within these winds of change | |
| It wildly comes to me unfolding endlessly | |
| I have been opened, me the restless one | |
| You give me paths of rock to walk upon | |
| And in the shelter of the Traigh Hennish sand | |
| You give me gentle shore on which to land | |
| When island signs meet with others from the shore | |
| We sail through channels deep like those who' ve gone before | |
| And in the clear of the Hebridean night | |
| We turn her head round sailing out of sight |