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Alba

Runrig
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
Air  sgiath a' seoladh  nan neoil
'S  an domhain liath
Mar  dhealbh a' tighinn beo  tro na sgothan
'S  mi a' tilleadh gu tir
Alba  nam beanntan  ard
Nan  acraichean lom
Thairis  air na lochan  mointich
Nan  coilltean 's nan gleann
A-a-a-a-lba
A-a-a-a-lb
 Ach 'se sealladh leointe is gann
 Tha an seo aig ceann thall an linn
 Talamh alainn nan daoine
 Fhathast an lamhan duine no dithis
 Cuibhlean stolda mu dheas
 Na fasaichean a tuath
 An taigh-mor falamh an Dun-Eideann
 Gun chumhachd gun ghuth
 Sibhse chuir achadh ri achadh
 Taigh ri taigh
 Gus nach bi ait anns an tir
 An gabh sibh comhnaidh air leth
 Ach 's math dhomh bhith seo an drasd
 A cur failt air a' bhlas
 'San tir a tha cho ur dhomh an diugh
 Is a bha i nuair bha mi 'nam phaisd
 Enjoy!
 Translation
 This flight is sailing through the clouds
 And the blue heavens
 The homeland appears like a developing photograph
 Through the mists as I return to land
 I see Scotland of the high mountains
 And the empty acres
 Flying low across the moorland lochs
 The forests and the glens
 Scotland
 Scotland
 But it's a wounding and a hollow sight
 Here as we reach the end of the century
 The beautiful soil of the people
 Still in the hands of the few
 I see the wheels of industry at a standstill
 And the northern lands wasted
 And the empty house in Edinburgh
 Without authority or voice
 You that have laid field upon field
 House upon house
 Till there be nowhere for you to be placed alone
 In the midst of all the earth
 But it is good for me to be here now
 As I welcome the warmth
 In this land that's as exciting for me today
 As it was the day I was born

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Readable chord sheet for Alba by Runrig

[Dm]  [C]  [Dm]  [C]

[Dm]Air sgiath a' [C]seoladh nan neoil
[Dm]'S an domhain [C]liath
[Dm]Mar dhealbh a' tighinn [C]beo tro na sgothan
[Dm]'S mi a' tilleadh gu ti[C]r

[Dm]Alba nam [C]beanntan ard
[Dm]Nan acraichean [C]lom
[Dm]Thairis air na lo[C]chan mointich
[Dm]Nan coilltean 's nan gl[C]eann

[Am]A-a-a[F]-a-l[C]ba  [G]
[Am]A-a-a[F]-a-l[C]b   [G]

Ach 'se sealladh leointe is gann
Tha an seo aig ceann thall an linn
Talamh alainn nan daoine
Fhathast an lamhan duine no dithis

Cuibhlean stolda mu dheas
Na fasaichean a tuath
An taigh-mor falamh an Dun-Eideann
Gun chumhachd gun ghuth

Sibhse chuir achadh ri achadh
Taigh ri taigh
Gus nach bi ait anns an tir
An gabh sibh comhnaidh air leth

Ach 's math dhomh bhith seo an drasd
A cur failt air a' bhlas
'San tir a tha cho ur dhomh an diugh
Is a bha i nuair bha mi 'nam phaisd

Enjoy!

Translation

This flight is sailing through the clouds
And the blue heavens
The homeland appears like a developing photograph
Through the mists as I return to land

I see Scotland of the high mountains
And the empty acres
Flying low across the moorland lochs
The forests and the glens

Scotland

Scotland

But it's a wounding and a hollow sight
Here as we reach the end of the century
The beautiful soil of the people
Still in the hands of the few

I see the wheels of industry at a standstill
And the northern lands wasted
And the empty house in Edinburgh
Without authority or voice

You that have laid field upon field
House upon house
Till there be nowhere for you to be placed alone
In the midst of all the earth

But it is good for me to be here now
As I welcome the warmth
In this land that's as exciting for me today
As it was the day I was born

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