Skye - Runrig

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 eille ho, Take me there

You take your dream

And make life what you feel

Appearances lead to deceive

This drama so far from me

Destiny

On facts aching wings

Wild geese fly low over your shores

Hearts sailing over the trees

Oh take me there

's na horo eile, horo bho

's na horo bho, hillean o

's na horo eille ho, Take me there

Chi mi’n t-eilean uaine

Tir nam beanntann arda

Ceo a’tuiteam tron a’ghleann

Na shineadh air do raointeann

(Translation)

I see the green island

Land of the high hills

Mists falling through your valleys

And lying down on your fields