Runrig - An Ubhal As Airde ( The Highest Apple)



Intro: D

D (xx0232@1)     BmComhla (x24432@1)rium
   GA (320003@1)tha thu an drasd
     Em (022000@1)                DMo (xx0232@1)shuilean duinte, mo chuimhne dan
                  BmNam (x24432@1)sheasamh a' coimhead
      Em (022000@1)          DGach (xx0232@1)cnoc is gach traigh
       G (320003@1)     D (xx0232@1)        A (x02220@1)    DIs (xx0232@1)an siol a dh'fhag thu ann a 'fas

D (xx0232@1)     Bm (x24432@1)  
Tha an garradh lan
     GLe (320003@1)craobhan treun
   Em (022000@1)               DLe (xx0232@1)meas a' fas dhuinn ann ri bhuain
         BmUbhlan (x24432@1)abaich
 Em (022000@1)   DMilis (xx0232@1)geur
         G (320003@1)    D (xx0232@1)          A (x02220@1)       DAch (xx0232@1)tha aon ubhal nach ruig sinn idir air



Bm (x24432@1)     G (320003@1)       A (x02220@1)       DSeididh (xx0232@1)gaoth is dearrsaidh grian
D (xx0232@1)                     G (320003@1)     DTro (xx0232@1)mheas nan craobhan linn gu linn
     D (xx0232@1)    Bm (x24432@1)   Em (022000@1)   DAch (xx0232@1)thig an la is thig an t-am
           G (320003@1)      DAirson (xx0232@1)an ubhal as airde
         A (x02220@1)      DAir (xx0232@1)a' chraobh a bhuain

D (xx0232@1)         BmIs (x24432@1)co 'nar measg
   GA (320003@1)mhaireas la
        Em (022000@1)           DSeachad (xx0232@1)air am is air oidhche fhein
           BmA (x24432@1)liuthad uair
   Em (022000@1)      DA (xx0232@1)shreap mi suas
   G (320003@1)      D (xx0232@1)      A (x02220@1)          D (xx0232@1)     
Airson an ubhal as airde chur gu beul

Bm (x24432@1)     G (320003@1)       A (x02220@1)       DSeididh (xx0232@1)gaoth is dearrsaidh grian
D (xx0232@1)                     G (320003@1)     DTro (xx0232@1)mheas nan craobhan linn gu linn
     D (xx0232@1)    Bm (x24432@1)   Em (022000@1)   DAch (xx0232@1)thig an la is thig an t-am
           G (320003@1)      DAirson (xx0232@1)an ubhal as airde
         A (x02220@1)      DAir (xx0232@1)a' chraobh a bhuain



Enjoy!





Gaelic translation:

At present
All you were is with me
My eyes closed, my memory confident
Standing here watching
Each hill and shoreline
With the seed you left
Still growing

The garden is well stocked
With mighty trees
With fruit growing for the whole world
Ripe, sweet
And bitter apples
And the one apple
That is beyond reach

The winds will blow
And the sun will shine
From generation to generation
Through the trees of the garden
But the day and the hour
Will surely come
To take the highest apple
From the knowledge tree

Who amongst us
Can exist a single day
Beyond our own time and our own limits
Countless and futile
Are times I've climbed
To reach and taste
The forbidden fruit

The winds will blow
And the sun will shine
From generation to generation
Through the trees of the garden
But the day and the hour
Will surely come
To take the highest apple
From the knowledge tree