Runrig – An Ubhal As Airde (Guitar)

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Intro: D
D       Bm
Comhla rium

   G
A tha thu an drasd

     Em                  D
Mo shuilean duinte, mo chuimhne dan

                  Bm
Nam sheasamh a' coimhead

      Em            D
Gach cnoc is gach traigh

       G       D          A      D
Is an siol a dh'fhag thu ann a 'fas

        D       Bm    
Tha an garradh lan

     G
Le craobhan treun

   Em                 D
Le meas a' fas dhuinn ann ri bhuain

         Bm
Ubhlan abaich

 Em     D
Milis geur

         G      D            A         D
Ach tha aon ubhal nach ruig sinn idir air

Bm       G         A         D
Seididh gaoth is dearrsaidh grian

D                       G       D
Tro mheas nan craobhan linn gu linn

     D      Bm     Em     D
Ach thig an la is thig an t-am

           G        D
Airson an ubhal as airde

         A        D
Air a' chraobh a bhuain

D           Bm
Is co 'nar measg

   G
A mhaireas la

        Em             D
Seachad air am is air oidhche fhein

           Bm
A liuthad uair

   Em        D
A shreap mi suas

   G        D        A            D       
Airson an ubhal as airde chur gu beul

Bm       G         A         D
Seididh gaoth is dearrsaidh grian

D                       G       D
Tro mheas nan craobhan linn gu linn

     D      Bm     Em     D
Ach thig an la is thig an t-am

           G        D
Airson an ubhal as airde

         A        D
Air a' chraobh a bhuain
Enjoy! Gaelic translation: At present All you were is with me My eyes closed, my memory confident Standing here watching Each hill and shoreline With the seed you left Still growing The garden is well stocked With mighty trees With fruit growing for the whole world Ripe, sweet And bitter apples And the one apple That is beyond reach The winds will blow And the sun will shine From generation to generation Through the trees of the garden But the day and the hour Will surely come To take the highest apple From the knowledge tree Who amongst us Can exist a single day Beyond our own time and our own limits Countless and futile Are times I've climbed To reach and taste The forbidden fruit The winds will blow And the sun will shine From generation to generation Through the trees of the garden But the day and the hour Will surely come To take the highest apple From the knowledge tree