Letras
They whisper when they look my way
With wary eyes and words unsaid
Barefoot running through the heather
Wild as wind, light as feather
I hear the voices in the trees
Soft as mist upon the shore
A melody that calls to me
A name I've never known to be
Am I child of earth and stone?
Born of flesh, yet not my own?
O shruthan bàn, o ghaoth na h-oidhch'
Tell me where my soul belongs
My shadow dances out of step
My laughter lingers in the air
A fox will bow, a bird will speak
As if they know what's hidden there
At night I dream of silver halls
Of hands that reach, of voices bright
They whisper, "Come, you've strayed too long,"
But morning steals them with the light
Am I child of tide and tree?
Or just a girl who runs too free?
O ghealach bhàn, o dhàn mo chridh'
Who in truth has fashioned me?
They say my mother wept with joy
When first she held me, warm and small
Yet by the brook at summer's wane
She laid an offering, spoke my name
Did she bargain? Did she pray?
Did she know the price she paid?
The cradle rocked, the wind it sighed
And something old stood just outside
Am I child of fire and bone?
A soul misplaced, a seed once sown?
O shìth nam beann, o ghuthan caomh
Shall I stay or must I go?