Fath Mo Mhulaid A Bhith Ann

Being here has caused my sorrow
For in the glen I am a stranger
Being here has caused my sorrow

O to see the streams of Barra
Pouring o'er the tops of hillsides
Being here has caused my sorrow

Ship of white, do not refuse to ferry me
I cannot walk to the Western Islands
Being here has caused my sorrow

I'd pass to windward of Eigg and Canna
Over to Barra, grey with breakers
Being here has caused my sorrow

In my heart, I'm heavy with longing
No fiddle nor speech will ease my burden
Being here has caused my sorrow

The sound of the ocean ever calling
Come back, my dearest, to your homeland
Being here has caused my sorrow

O Sun above, 'tis little wonder
The glory of joy that does surround you
Being here has caused my sorrow

Moving from the glen at evening
O'er to the kind and distant ocean
Being here has caused my sorrow

Tonight you'll kiss the sea of Barra
While I'm below unfriendly mountains
Being here has caused my sorrow

For in the glen I am a stranger
Being here has caused my sorrow