Letra de The High Swelling of the Sea de Capercaillie

Last night I was dreaming
of the girls of the cattle fold
Fine, noble, gentle girls they were
Singing songs on the shieling
I spent last night on the shieling
I spent last night on the shieling
I passed the joyous, happy night
With the girls of the sheiling.
--
Craig Cockburn, pronounced "coburn" Email: .co.uk
Sgriobh thugam 'sa Gaidhlig ma 'se do thoil e.