A tha thu an drasd
Mo shuilean duinte, mo chuimhne dan
Nam sheasamh a' coimhead
Gach cnoc is gach traigh
Is an siol a dh'fhag thu ann a 'fas

Tha an garradh lan
Le craobhan treun
Le meas a' fas dhuinn ann ri bhuain
Ubhlan abaich
Milis geur
Ach tha aon ubhal nach ruig sinn idir air

Is co 'nar measg
A mhaireas la
Seachad air am is air oidhche fhein
A liuthad uair
A shreap mi suas
Airson an ubhal as airde chur gu beul

Seididh gaoth is dearrsaidh grian
Tro mheas nan craobhan lin gu lin
Ach thig an la is thig an t-am
Airson an ubhal as airde
Air a' chraobh a bhuain

	The Highest Apple

	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

	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