| Tha na duilleagan a' dannsa
| The leaves are dancing
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| Bho na craobhan anns a' ghaoith
| From the trees in the wind
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| Foghar donn ar bliadhn' air tionndadh
| The brown autumn of our year has turned
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| Nis tha luchd an t-samhraidh ma sgaoil
| Now the summer visitors are gone
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| Sona dh’fhag thu mi le m’eilean
| Happy leaving me on my island
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| 'S leam na lochan is na baigh
| The lochs and the bays are mine
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| Mo cridh' aig tamh air beanntab geamhraidh
| My heart resting on the winter hills
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| Nis tha luchd an t-samhraidh ma sgaoil
| Now the summer visitors are gone
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| Foghar nan eilean
| Harvest of the islands
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| Foghar mu thuath
| Autumn in the north
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| Gheibh sinn beatha mar a chleachd sinn
| We get life as we used to
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| Mas tainig an t-sluagh
| Before the crowd arrived
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| Bidh am fraoch air nam beanntan
| The heather on the hills
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| 'S a choille ruadh fon ghrian
| And the red forest under the sun
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| 'S iad a sealltain dathan dhomsa
| They show me colors
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| Gus an till iad a rithis
| Until they return again
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| Tha an latha seachad buintean duinnte
| The day is over for us
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| Gheibh an caisteal fois na h-oidhch'
| The castle will rest at night
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| Gheibh an t-airgead cadal socair
| The money will get you a restful sleep
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| Nis tha luchd an t-samhraidh ma sgaoil
| Now the summer visitors are gone
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| Mar a dh’atharraich iad ar beoshlaint
| How they changed our way of life
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| Mhill iad dualchas cainnt 's ru doigh
| They destroyed the tradition of speech and manner
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| Ach fhoghair, crathaidh mi do lamh
| But autumn, I will shake your hand
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| Nis tha luchd an t-samhraidh ma sgaoil
| Now the summer visitors are gone
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| Foghar nan eilean
| Harvest of the islands
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| Foghar mu thuath
| Autumn in the north
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| Gheibh sinn beatha mar a chleachd sinn
| We get life as we used to
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| Mas tainig an t-sluagh
| Before the crowd arrived
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| Bidh am fraoch air nam beanntan
| The heather on the hills
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| 'S a choille ruadh fon ghrian
| And the red forest under the sun
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| 'S iad a sealltain dathan dhomsa
| They show me colors
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| Gus an till iad a rithis | Until they return again |