SGEULACHDAN NA ABHAINNA GEAL
(Translated: Tales Of The White River)
Rann agus guth
Aithne
Is aithne dhomh
Gliocas
Na Mara.
Verse and voice,
Knowledge,
I know,
Wisdom,
Of the sea....
Slowly it began,
From birth it grew,
From the sea,
It formed it's tributary,
The light became a river.
Geal agus ceart,
ceä l agus bã¡rdachd,
Grã¡dh agus sãÆth,
Iasgair turus,
Ministear a staigth eagal.
White and right,
Music and poetry,
Love and peace
Fisherman journey,
Priest in fear.
And so became a thousand lives,
In time were many,
All linked to the same,
Part of the same river of thought,
White was the mission.
Turus geal ,
Abhainn geal,
Grã¡dh agus sãÆth
Abhainn geal,
Sgeulachdan na abhainna geal
White mission
White river,
Love and peace,
White river,
Tales of the white river.
And through time the river flowed,
It's flood plain growing wider,
But then the opposition came,
Fear of truth and of responsibility,
Thus fell down the acid rain.
Eagal agus cunnart,
Aoisan dorcha
Olc iad abair!
Olc iad abair!
Aoisan dorcha.
Fear and danger,
Dark ages,
Evil they say!
Evil they say,
Dark ages.
In secret still the river flowed,
The bards declared as priests of satan,
Their workings disguised in tales of legend and fable,
But today it has survived as the river of life,
The wisdom and truth spoken by mystic tongues.
Rann agus guth
Aithne
Is aithne dhomh
Gliocas
Na Mara.
Verse and voice,
Knowledge,
I know,
Wisdom,
Of the sea....
A man can be a river,
He can be that thought,
He can heal with words and actions,
Many will bathe in those waters,
And pass on the truth to others.
â r agus fãÆrinn a bhith aon
Ciamar a tha thu a bhalaich clann?
Torman nan sruth,
Sruth geal,
An iomadh seadh.
WRITTEN 8TH NOVEMBER 1995
