Teine
oidhche geamhradh ´Nar sheasamh air an lar Sheinn
sinn oran Ailein Seist is rann ´S an treana ruith cho
taibhseil Mar cuimhne tron ghleann `S iomadh loit nach tig
slan
By
the fire of a winter´s night Standing around the
floor Wa sang Alan´s song Verse and chorus And the
train ran so ghostly Like a memory, through the glen There
are many wounds that do not heal
