+ An Toll Dubh (The Dungeon)
Taobh cuil an dorais cha bhi grian
Suidh aig bord
Cha bhi biadh is cha bhi fion
Taobh cuil an dorais cha bhi grian
Cha bhi biadh is cha bhi fion

Thainig e a sasainn ann
Thainig e
Le eachaibh luath is iuchair throm
Thainig e a sasainn ann
Le eachaibh luath is iuchair throm

Air lar 'san toll dhubh cha bhi grian
Cha bhi gealach
's dubh an oidhche chaidleas sinn
Air lar 'san toll dhubh cha bhi grian
's dubh an oidhche chaidleas sinn

Le eiginn ar n-eirigh as ar suain
Le eiginn ar n-eirigh as ar suain
An gaidheal 's a leabaidh
An gaidheal na shuain
Le eiginn ar n-eiridh as ar suain


+ Rubh nan Cudaigean (Headland of the Cuddy Fish)
Buain nam bàirnich, nam bàirnich, nam bàirnich
Buain nam bàirnich air creagan Rubh nan Cudaigean
Buain nam bàirnich, nam bàirnich, nam bàirnich
'S goilidh sinn na bàirnich, 'san taigh air Rubh nan Cudaigean

Goilidh sinn na bàirnich, na bàirnich, na bàirnich
Goilidh sinn na bàirnich 'san taigh air Rubha nan Cudaigean
Goilidh sinn na bàirnich, na bàirnich, na bàirnich
'S cagnaidh sinn na bàirnich, air cladach Rubha nan Cudaigean

Cagnaidh sinn na bàirnich, na bàirnich, na bàirnich
Cagnaidh sinn na bàirnich air cladach Rubha nan
Cudaigean Cagnaidh sinn na bàirnich, na bàirnich, na b àirnich
'S sgaoiligh sinn na bàirnich, air muir Rubha nan Cudaigean

Sgaoiligh sinn na bàirnich, na bàirnich, na bàirnich
Sgaoiligh sinn na bàirnich air muir Rubha nan Cudaigean
Sgaoiligh sinn na bàirnich, na bàirnich, na bàirnich
'S suidhidh sinn le tàbh ann, air creagan Rubha nan Cudaigean

Be hileam bo horam bo, eirich is ithibh ith
Be hileam bo horam bo, feitheamh air na cudaigean
Be hileam bo horam bo, eirich is ithibh ith
Nach ith sibh na bàirnich is ithidh mi na cudaigean


+ 'Ic Iain 'Ic Sheumais
A Mhic Iain 'Ic Sheumais
Tha do sgeul air m'aire
Air fa ra ra lo, air fa ra ra lo
Latha Blar a' Cheithe
Bha feum air mo leanamh
A hi eile fe o hiri si bho horo hu
Fal eile bho hiri bho ho fal eile

Latha Blar a' Cheithe
Bha feum air mo leanamh
Lathe Blar na Feitheadh
Bha do leine na ballan

Lathe Blar na Feitheadh
Bha do leine na ballan
Bha fuil do chuim chubhraidh
A drudhadh ro'n anart

Bha fuil do chuim chubhraidh
A drudhadh ro'n anart
Bha fuil do chuirp uasail
Air uachdair gach fearainn
Bha fuil do chuirp uasail
Air uachdair gach fearainn
Cuma nach ghabh thu am bristeadh
Latha ligeadh na fala

Bh'on latha thug thu an cuan ort
Bha gruaim air na beannaidh
Bha snigh air na speuran
'S bha na reultan galach

Nam biodh agam curaidh
Gun cuirinn air chuan i
Fiach a faighinn naidheachd
No brath an duin uasail


+ Recovery
Watching the morning come in on the land
See the moon roll over Skeabost
See the young men late in the glen
All with camans in hand

Sea winds out on the wild
Sea waves crash on to Uig
See the black homes strung out on a line
Across the island of Skye

[And I can't believe
That it's taken all this time
I can't believe
My life and my destiny
After the clans, after the clearings
Here I am, recovering]

Should have been home before daylight
But it's not easy when you're down and hungry
One from the late run rolled up in a coat
I make my way across the moor

For a late summer in '84
But now there's a new day dawning
I've heard the Braes men talk in Portree
The news from Glendale

[Refrain]

Still the morning comes in on the land
See the new sun red and rising
See the corn turn ripe in the fields
See the growth of the glen

And MacPherson's in Kilmuir tonight
What a night for a people rising
Oh God, it's not before time
There's justice in our lives


+ Instrumental


+ 'S tu mo Leannan/Nightfall on Marsco
Nightfall on Marsco
Cuchuillin in sheets
This world of Maclean's words
Around us like spirits released
I came to love you
I came to drink
Though dancing in darkness
I'm cup running over and drunk

Darkest of prisons
Oldest of nights
For the dawning round Garsbheinn
In patience we wait for the light
I am a climber
I am a thief
O, kingdom of gabbro
Your strong chains won't hold this love

'S tu mo leannan, leannan o
'S tu mo leannan, leannan o
'S tu mo leannan, 's tu mo leannan
'S tu mo leannan, leannan o


+ Breaking the Chains
instrumentale


+ Fuaim a Bhlair (The Noise Of Battle)
Fuaim a' bhlair, ceol a' chogaidh
An guth 's an naire
Air cluasan eachdraidh
Sgith dh'an bhlar, sgith dh'an chogadh
An t'eallach 's an cradh
Air gualainn eachdraidh

Blàr non Gaidheal, an Gaidheal 's an codagh
An fhuil 's am bas
Air braighean eachdraidh
Fuaim a' bhlair, ceol a' chogaidh
An guth 's an naire
Air cluasan eachdraidh

Saidhdear mi sa' Fhraing 's sa Ghearmailt
Saidhdear mi air raointean Chanada
Saidhdear mi san Spàinn san Eadailt
Saidhdear mi 'nam aghaidh fhein an Eirinn


+ Tir an Airm (Land Of The Army)
An tèid thu leam a ribhinn og
Gu tir mo ghràidh sitheil sona
'S chi thu saighdearan a' ruith
Am measg nan lusan breagh 'sa mhonadh

A' coimhead a mach air maduinn chiùin
Air ball mor cruinn os cionn na beinne
'S bhon 's os cionn na tonnan gorm
Tha ceol ùr aig ceol na mara

'S an teid thu leam gu tir mo ghràidh
Seall na h-eoin dhorcha dhona
Treabhadh speuran as ar cionn
Deanamh air Steornabhagh le cabhaig

Nis leugh t-eachdraich, fosgail sùil
Anns gach linn mu dhoigh an airm
Stampadh air na croitean seagail
'S beathannan og aig gillean Uibhist

Cha teid mise gu an righ
Cha teid mise an corr a' shabaid
Lunnain mheallt, a Bhreatuinn fhoilleil
Cha seas mi ach 'son sith nan eilean

Horo horainn o
Fàilte gu tir an airm
Horo horainn o


+ The Old Boys
The old boys are all leaving
Leaving one by one
Where young birds go flying
Spread your wings and run
But over the fields by the drystone walls
An eagle will come no more

Welcome were the headlands
St Valery behind
No medals worth wasting
On memories of sand
But sweet is the breeze over Raasay
The morning awaits you there

What kind of heroes
Here for us now
Where leaders, stone preachers
Minnows on flow
But low hang the lights over viewfield
And this night will day see no more

The old boys are all leaving
Leaving one by one
Where young birds go flying
Spread your wings and run
But over the fields by the drystone walls
An eagle will come no more


+ Dust
So lead me to the river
Blood runs thicker than the water

Oh I do believe
Dust will turn the seed
Home

Wrap me in your sheets together
Where my earth heart lies forever

Oh I do believe
Dust will turn the seed
Home

The Lowland Scot with English habits
Has brought me to his lowland manners

Oh I do believe
Dust will turn the seed
Home

No they can't understand
The hole that is in my heart

Oh I do believe
Dust will turn the seed
Home

I've lived my life here with the others
I long to live with you my brothers

Oh I do believe
Dust will turn the seed
Home

And my drum will beat this day
Pounding for the Gael

Oh I do believe
Dust will turn the seed
Home

An end to sighs, all hands unite
In the spring that lies behind this sorrow

Oh I do believe
Dust will turn the seed
Home

Deep the faith and pure the light
That shines inside and guides your people

Oh I do believe
Dust will turn the seed
Home