An Eala Bhan lyrics and guitar chords
A traditional song from Scotland which tells of the horrors while serving in the first world war in France and longing for his girl back home in Scotland. The guitar chords are by Marc Fahrbach and the video is by Julie Fowlis.
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Gur (G)duilich (D)leam (C)mar tha (G)mi
'S mo (Em)chridhe 'n (D)sas aig (C)bron Bhon an uair a (G)dh'fhag mi (Em)Beanntan (D)ard a' (G)cheo (Em)Gleanntannan a'(G)mhanrain Nan (Em)loch, nam (D)bagh 's nan (G)srom 'S an (Em)eala (D)bhan tha (C)tamh (G)ann Gach (Em)la air 'm (Am)bheil mi 'n (C)toir. A (G)Mhagaidh (D)na bi (C)tur(G)sach A (Em)ruin, ged (D)gheibhinn (C)bas- Co am fear am (G)measg an t-sluaigh A (Em)mhaireas (D)buan gu (G)brath? (Em)Chan eil sinn uile (G)ach air chuairt Mar (Em)dhithein (D)buaile (G)fas (Em)Bheir sian(D)tannan na (C)blianna (G)sios 'S nach (Em)tog a' (Am)ghrian an (C)aird. Tha 'n (G)talamh (D)leir mun (C)cuairt dhi(G)om 'Na (Em)mheallan (D)suas 's na (C)neoil; Aig na 'shells (G)a' bualadh - Cha (Em)leir dhomh (D)bhuam le (G)ceo: (Em)Gun chlaisneachd aig (G)mo chluasan Le (Em)fuaim a' (D)ghunna (G)mhoir; Ach (Em)ged tha 'n (D)uair seo (C)cruaidh (G)orm Tha mo (Em)smuaintean (Am)air Nic(C)Leoid. Air (G)m' uilinn (D)anns na (C)truinnsi(G)chean Tha (Em)m' inntinn (D)ort, a (C)ghraidh; Nam chadal bidh mi (G)a' bruadar ort Cha (Em)dualach (D)dhomh bhith (G)slan; (Em)Tha m' aigne air (G)a lionadh Le (Em)ciana(D)las cho (G)lan 'S a'(Em)ghruag a dh'(D)fhas (C)cho ruadh (G)orm A (Em)nis air (Am)thuar bhith (C)ban Bridge: G-D-C-G Em-Am-D-D G-Em-C-G C-G-D7-D7 C-G-D-D (G)Oidhche (D)mhath leat (C)fhein, a (G)ruin Nad (Em)leabaidh (D)chubhraidh (C)bhlath; Cadal samhach (G)air a chul Do (Em)dhusgadh (D)sunndach (G)slan Tha (Em)mise 'n seo 's an (G)truinnsidh fhuar 'S nam (Em)chluasan (D)fuaim (G)bhais Gun (Em)duil ri (D)faighinn (C)as le (G)buaidh - Tha 'n (Em)cuan cho (Am)buan ri (C)shnamh |
English Translation:
Sad I consider my condition With my heart engaged with sorrow From the very time that I left The high bens of the mist The little glens of dallaince Of the lochans, the bays and the forelands And the white swan dwelling there Whom I daily pursue. Maggie, don't be sad Love, if I should die - Who among men Endures eternally? We are all only on a journey Like flowers in the deserted cattle fold That the year's wind and rain will bring down And that the sun cannot raise. All the ground around me Is like hail in the heavens; With the shells exploding - I am blinded by smoke: My ears are deafened By the roar of the cannon; But despite the savagery of the moment My thoughts are on the girl called MacLeod. Crouched in the trenches My mind is fixed on you, love; In sleep I dream of you I am not fated to survive; My spirit is filled With a surfeit of longing And my hair once so auburn Is now almost white. Goodnight to you, love In your warm, sweet-smelling bed; May you have peaceful sleep and afterwards May you waken healthy and in good spirits I am here in the cold trench With the clamour of death in my ears With no hope of returning victorious- The ocean is too wide to swim. An Eala Bhan Sheet Music Notes
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