Capercaillie
To The Moon
Fear-Alabain
'Strick you say you can't sleep
E hoireann o ro, ah e ho
Mucht' mat that you are wandering in his town
Hao to you again, oh hi a from
'The miss that is from you is great />Go with it; clean wind as you like
hao be another, oh hi a from faramach
Put the big road under your feet
The Wanderer
You often say you can't get sleep
Suffocating as you are in the city
Much you long for what you lack
To go with the cleansing wind as heredity dictates
Arise, arise and go with a shout of gladness
Your heart it is that knows best
Arise, arise and go with a shout of gladness
Set your feet on the highway