Còmhla rium A tha thu an-dràsda Mo shùilean dùinte, mo chuimhne dàn Nam sheasamh A' coimhead Gach cnoc is gach tràigh Is an sìol a dh'fhàg thu ann a' fàs Tha an gàrradh làn Le craobhan treun Le meas a' fàs dhuinn ann ri bhuain Ùbhlan Abaich Milis, geur Ach tha aon ubhal nach ruig sinn idir air
Is cò 'nar Measg A mhaireas là Seachad air am is air oidhche fhèin A liuthad uair A shreap Mi suas Airson an ubhal as àirde chur gu beul
Sèididh gaoth Is dèarrsaidh grian Tro mheas nan craobhan lin gu lin Ach thig an là is thig an t-àm Airson an Ubhal as àirde Air a' chraobh a bhuain
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The Highest Apple
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 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