*sandy denny ~ fhir a bhata*

How often haunting the highest hilltop
I scan the ocean, a sail to see
Wilt come tonight, love, wilt come tomorrow
Or ever come, love, to comfort me 
Fhir a bhàta, na horo eile
Fhir a bhàta, na horo eile
Fhir a bhàta, na horo eile
O fare thee well, love, where'er thou be



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