Words & Music by Talitha MacKenzie
Air Eilean Fada, a' lorg an Eilein Fhada
Air Eilean Fada, a' lorg an Eilein Fhada
A' toirt sùil fada a-null, thar na mara
A' toirt sùil fada a-null, a-null ri fàire
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Có aig tha fios carson a tha e 'gam thàladh?
A’ tarraing gu sìorraidh, tha e cho làidir—ghlac e mi gu mór
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From Lewis to Barra the Long Island lies, hugging the western shore
Across the Atlantic a windswept voice is lost in the ocean's roar
The City's stately monoliths reach to scrape the sky
But the standing stones of Callanish are reflected in her eyes
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Tha mi'n dùil, tha mi'n dùil
Tha mi'n dùil ri bhi tilleadh
A dh’ionnsaidh Duthaich Mhic Leòid
Far an òg robh mi mireadh
On Long Island, looking for the Long Island
On Long Island, looking for the Long Island
Casting an eye far beyond, across the sea
Casting an eye far beyond, toward the horizon
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Who knows why it's so compelling?
Forever pulling, it is so strong—it captured me
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I hope, I hope, I hope that I will return
to the Land of MacLeod where I was young and happy