Runrig – Alba (Guitar)

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This is one of Runrig's Gaelic songs. I've included a translation at the bottom for those who are interested. [Intro] Dm C Dm C Dm C Dm C [Verse 1]
Dm            C
Air sgiath a' seoladh nan neoil

Dm            C
'S an domhain liath

Dm                     C
Mar dhealbh a' tighinn beo tro na sgothan

      Dm             C
'S mi a' tilleadh gu tir
[Verse 2]
Dm       C
Alba nam beanntan ard

Dm             C
Nan acraichean lom

Dm               C
Thairis air na lochan mointich

    Dm               C
Nan coilltean 's nan gleann

[Chorus]
Am   F   C   G
A-a-a-a-lba

Am   F   C   G
A-a-a-a-lba
[Link] Dm C Dm C Dm C Dm C [Verse 3]
Dm               C
Ach 'se sealladh leointe is gann

Dm                         C
Tha an seo aig ceann thall an linn

Dm            C
Talamh alainn nan daoine

         Dm                 C
Fhathast an lamhan duine no dithis
[Verse 4]
Dm               C
Cuibhlean stolda mu dheas

Dm              C
Na fasaichean a tuath

Dm                     C
An taigh-mor falamh an Dun-Eideann

    Dm            C
Gun chumhachd gun ghuth

[Chorus]
Am   F   C   G
A-a-a-a-lba

Am   F   C   G
A-a-a-a-lba
[Link] Dm C Dm C Dm C Dm C [Verse 5]
Dm                  C
Sibhse chuir achadh ri achadh

Dm       C
Taigh ri taigh

Dm              C
Gus nach bi ait anns an tir

   Dm                  C
An gabh sibh comhnaidh air leth
[Verse 6]
Dm                          C
Ach 's math dhomh bhith seo an drasd

Dm                 C
A cur failt air a' bhlas

Dm                    C
'San tir a tha cho ur dhomh an diugh

         Dm                  C
Is a bha i nuair bha mi 'nam phais

[Chorus]
Am   F   C   G
A-a-a-a-lba

Am   F   C   G
A-a-a-a-lba

Am   F   C   G
A-a-a-a-lba

Am   F   C   G
A-a-a-a-lba
[Link] Dm C Dm C Dm C Dm C
[Chorus]
Am   F   C   G
A-a-a-a-lba

Am   F   C   G
A-a-a-a-lba

Am   F   C   G
A-a-a-a-lba

Am   F   C   G
A-a-a-a-lba
Translation This flight is sailing through the clouds And the blue heavens The homeland appears like a developing photograph Through the mists as I return to land I see Scotland of the high mountains And the empty acres Flying low across the moorland lochs The forests and the glens Scotland Scotland But it's a wounding and a hollow sight Here as we reach the end of the century The beautiful soil of the people Still in the hands of the few I see the wheels of industry at a standstill And the northern lands wasted And the empty house in Edinburgh Without authority or voice You that have laid field upon field House upon house Till there be nowhere for you to be placed alone In the midst of all the earth But it is good for me to be here now As I welcome the warmth In this land that's as exciting for me today As it was the day I was born