Capercaillie - Am Mur Gorm (The Blue Rampart)

Lyrics :	English Translation :

Mur b'e thusa bhiodh an Cuilithionn	But for you the Cuillin would be
'Na mhur eagarra gorm	An exact and serrated blue rampart
Ag crioslachadh le bhalla-criche	Girdling with its march-wall
Na tha 'nam chridhe borb	All that is in my barbarous heart

Mur b'e thusa bhiodh a'ghaineamh	But for you the sand
Tha'n Talasgar dumhail geal	That is in Talisker, compact and white
'Na clar biothbuan do mo dhuilean	Would be a measureless plain to my expectations
Air nach tilleadh an run-ghath	And on it the spear desire would not turn back

'S mur b'e thusa bhiodh na cuantan	But for you the oceans
'Nan luasgan is 'nan tamh	In their unrest and their repose
A'togail cair mo bhuadhan	Would raise the wave crest of my mind
'Ga cur air suaimhneas ard	And settle it on a high serenity

Don't tell me it's easier alone Don't tell me your world don't need a home Savor the first drops of rain Falling on your soul's dusty plains

'S bhiodh am monadh donn riabhach	And the brown brindled moorland
Agus mo chiall co-shint	And my reason would co-extend
'Ach chuir thusa orra riaghladh	But you imposed on them an edict
Os cionn mo phianaidh fhin	Above my own pain

Agus air creachainn chein fhasmhoir	And on a distant luxuriant summit
Chinn blathmhor Craobh nan Teud	There blossomed the Tree of Strings
'Na meangach duillich t'aodann	Among its leafy branches your face
Mo chiall is aogas reil	My reason and the likeness of a star

Don't tell me it's easier alone Don't tell me your world don't need a home Savor the first drops of rain Falling on your soul's dusty plains

Mur b'e thusa bhiodh an Cuilithionn	But for you the Cuillin would be
'Na mhur eagarra gorm	An exact and serrated blue rampart
Ag crioslachadh le bhalla-criche	Girdling with its march-wall
Na tha 'nam chridhe borb	All that is in my barbarous heart


	Am Mur Gorm

Credits :	Karen Matheson & Donald Shaw; lyrics by Sorley MacLean

Appears On :	Beautiful Wasteland

Language :	Gàidhlig (Scottish Gaelic) & English