Song | Mhairi Bhan |
Artist | Dougie MacLean |
Album | Real Estate |
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作词 : MacLean | |
The sky was shaking as we turned her round | |
Through the crashing spray of the Cuillin sound | |
And all hands were silent on that final day | |
As we sailed the Mhairi Bhan home | |
And now that tired old lady she had served us well | |
Through the straits and calms to the banks of hell | |
But all hearts were broken on that final day | |
As we sailed the Mhairi Bhan home | |
With the wind she braved us | |
Across the waves she sailed us | |
Her children of the sea | |
And now a man is foolish if he thinks he knows | |
All of time's delusions its ebbs and flows | |
But all eyes were empty on that final day | |
As we sailed the Mhairi Bhan home | |
And we have the children and their growth to feed | |
But there's no relaxing our nation's greed | |
And all future perished on that final day | |
As we sailed the Mhairi Bhan home | |
With the wind she braved us | |
Across the waves she sailed us | |
Her children of the sea | |
He is our captain and he is a brave and rolling man | |
A salty dog we all agree | |
And he tells us stories of the fishing in his father's time | |
That we find just too hard to believe | |
And he is our captain and he's not afraid to face the wind | |
With the wind he's not afraid to run | |
But poor progress has put his ship upon these rugged rocks | |
And now all his sailing is done | |
With the wind she braved us | |
Across the waves she sailed us | |
Her children of the sea |
zuo ci : MacLean | |
The sky was shaking as we turned her round | |
Through the crashing spray of the Cuillin sound | |
And all hands were silent on that final day | |
As we sailed the Mhairi Bhan home | |
And now that tired old lady she had served us well | |
Through the straits and calms to the banks of hell | |
But all hearts were broken on that final day | |
As we sailed the Mhairi Bhan home | |
With the wind she braved us | |
Across the waves she sailed us | |
Her children of the sea | |
And now a man is foolish if he thinks he knows | |
All of time' s delusions its ebbs and flows | |
But all eyes were empty on that final day | |
As we sailed the Mhairi Bhan home | |
And we have the children and their growth to feed | |
But there' s no relaxing our nation' s greed | |
And all future perished on that final day | |
As we sailed the Mhairi Bhan home | |
With the wind she braved us | |
Across the waves she sailed us | |
Her children of the sea | |
He is our captain and he is a brave and rolling man | |
A salty dog we all agree | |
And he tells us stories of the fishing in his father' s time | |
That we find just too hard to believe | |
And he is our captain and he' s not afraid to face the wind | |
With the wind he' s not afraid to run | |
But poor progress has put his ship upon these rugged rocks | |
And now all his sailing is done | |
With the wind she braved us | |
Across the waves she sailed us | |
Her children of the sea |
zuò cí : MacLean | |
The sky was shaking as we turned her round | |
Through the crashing spray of the Cuillin sound | |
And all hands were silent on that final day | |
As we sailed the Mhairi Bhan home | |
And now that tired old lady she had served us well | |
Through the straits and calms to the banks of hell | |
But all hearts were broken on that final day | |
As we sailed the Mhairi Bhan home | |
With the wind she braved us | |
Across the waves she sailed us | |
Her children of the sea | |
And now a man is foolish if he thinks he knows | |
All of time' s delusions its ebbs and flows | |
But all eyes were empty on that final day | |
As we sailed the Mhairi Bhan home | |
And we have the children and their growth to feed | |
But there' s no relaxing our nation' s greed | |
And all future perished on that final day | |
As we sailed the Mhairi Bhan home | |
With the wind she braved us | |
Across the waves she sailed us | |
Her children of the sea | |
He is our captain and he is a brave and rolling man | |
A salty dog we all agree | |
And he tells us stories of the fishing in his father' s time | |
That we find just too hard to believe | |
And he is our captain and he' s not afraid to face the wind | |
With the wind he' s not afraid to run | |
But poor progress has put his ship upon these rugged rocks | |
And now all his sailing is done | |
With the wind she braved us | |
Across the waves she sailed us | |
Her children of the sea |