 (The Crowded River)
Chan eil an t-adhar os cionn Lunnainn
A-nochd soileir no dorch
Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh
Gun sgial air coinneal mor latha
No reultan na h-oidhche
Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh
An sea s'am baile gun chadal
Gun fhois is gun saorsa
Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh
Casan a' gluasad
An abhainn an tuil
Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh
Na cuibhlichean, 's cabhaig
A’ tionndaidh gun sgur
Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh
Cus ag adhradh beairtas
Air altair an tshaoghail
Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh
Cach gun dochas gun dachaidh
Air sraidean gun ghaol
Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh
Leis gach dath s'gach creideamh
Gach cainnt as gach cearn
Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh
Gach ceist is gach freagairt
sios an abhainn gu cuan
Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh ( x6 )
--oOo--
The skies above London
Are neither clear nor dark
The need to be far from the crowded river
Neither the great candle of daylight
Nor the stars of the night can be seen
The need to be far from the crowded river
In this city that never sleeps
there is stillness, no quiet
The need to be far from the crowded river
Footsteps keep moving
The river in full flood
The need to be far from the crowded river
The relentless wheels
Keep turning without pause
The need to be far from the crowded river
Many worshipping wealth
At the world's altar
The need to be far from the crowded river
Others without hope or home
On streets that hold no love
The need to be far from the crowded river
Races creeds and tongues
From all corners of the globe
The need to be far from the crowded river
All questions and answer
Rushing down the river to the ocean
The need to be far from the crowded river ( x6)
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