'S ioma là chaidh seachad
A ghaoth a' seideadh tro an uir
'S ioma là bha a' ghrian ag èirigh oirnn
Seasamh anns an eòrna nuair a bha sinn òg
Aghmhor, aghmhor
A' ruith tro na raointean 's iad a fàs
Abaich, òrach
Coimhead ri na speuran
'S ioma là, 's ioma là, 's ioma là
Feitheamh 'son a chuairt

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Many are the days that passed
The winds blowing through the earth
Many were the days the sun would rise on us
Standing in the barley when we were young
Joyful, joyful
Running through the fields as they grew
Ripe, golden
Looking to the skies
Many days, many days, many days
Waiting for the journey

- Runrig

(Photo: ruin of Dun Innisgall, an ancient island fort on the Isle of Harris.)