The Band From Rockall - Mairi Bhàn lyrics

O mo Mhairi bhàn tha na blàthan air na gallan Tha 'n eala bhàn aig tàmh air na lochan mar a bha Is tha na sgòthan olc 's dorch air am fuadach, air an sgaradh Grian ùr ag èirigh suas Grian tha abaich le gaol mo Mhairi bhàn Na sheasabh air a' chidhe, gruagach bhòidheach, òighe maise Cho aotram is cho saor, s&ugrve;ilean lasadh blàth le gàire 'S tha aiseag mòr mo chridhe seòladh bho sgrios gu sìth 's sonas 'S tus an lus an gàrradh marbh An reul san adhair chiar, mo Mhairi Bhàn 'S daor a cheannaich sinn an saors' a chuir crìoch ri blàr 's ri cògaidh Daor na cuimhnichean nach fhàg fàsach cianail an Roinn-Eorpa 'S tha gach là a tha nam choinneamh airson nan gillean nach bi tilleadh Ar clann gun fhathast ann 'S saoghal loma-làn le gaol mo Mhairi bhàn Nach toir thu dhomh do làmh, do phog, do gheall, do ghaol 's do chridhe 'S gun coisich sinn le sunnd tro gharradh òg na cruinne Tha geallach làn ar fiùghair a' soillse air a' mhachair 'S air an t-slighe tha feitheamh oirnn Slighe a mhaireas ri gu bràth, mo Mhairi bhàn Tha 'n eàla bhan aig tàmh air na lochan mar a bha My fair-haired Mary, the blossom is now on the young branches The white swan is at rest on the lochs, as always was The dark foreboding clouds have now cleared away and scattered A new sun is rising A sun ripe with love, my fair-haired Mary Standing on the pier, a beautiful young girl, a fair one Light hearted and free, eyes full of spirit and laughter And the big ship of my heart is sailing from destruction to happiness For you are the flower in a dead garden The star in the darkest sky, my fair-haired Mary Heavy was the price we paid for the freedom that put an end to conflict and war Difficult the memories that will never leave the dreadful wilderness of Europe Now I live each day before me for the boys that will not be returning For the children still to be born And for a world overflowing with love, my fair-haired Mary So give me your hand, your kiss, your promise, your love, your heart And let us walk in joy through the young garden of creation For the moon of all our hopes is shining on the machair And on the path that stretches before us The path that reaches to eternity, my fair-haired Mary The white swan is at rest on the lochs, as always was