Suzanne Clachair - Song Of The Gift lyrics

O sibh ris a chrann is am Monadh is gleann, O sibh bho'n a mhachair tha mo Shoraidh oirbh fhéin, Air mhuir againn is lear theid mi Ri mo chailin, Cuir ise agair orm, mo chridh' is Mo leannan. Cuir an tabhartas oirbh an Tabhartas dearbh tìme, Fiòr is dìleas tha e, cum sibh Na d' chuimhne mi fhéin, Cha dhèanam riamh dearmad theid Mi sgrìob ma-ta mór, Tha tabhartas ma oirbh togail Mi rìbh taigh fhéin. Oh ye of the harrow the glen and the dell Oh ye of the meadow I bid thee farewell I go to my bonnie with heart gold and fair O'er the sea to my laddie. He beckons me there So this gift I leave thee to hold dear and true The sweet gift of morning that ever we knew So ye'll nay forget me though far I may roam 'Tis this gift I leave thee to carry me home The mist o'er the heather shall nay bring him near The lock whispers gently though none but I hear Then seize now the flower that yet blooms so sweet True pleasures of auld lie beneath waters deep So this gift I leave thee to hold dear and true The sweet gift of morning that ever we knew So ye'll nay forget me though far I may roam 'Tis this gift I leave thee to carry me home