Songtext von The Stamping Ground

April comes to the new grass on the hills of gold Tha feur ur air bar an tallamh, bar an tallamh, horribh o Where winter falls in the long cold north Black waters wait in the Ice and snow Tha feur ur air bar an tallamh, bar an tallamh, horribh o Black waters wait in the Ice and sun Through the glens where your great rivers run So we tend and we nurtur all the seeds we've sown Tha feur ur air bar an tallamh, bar an tallamh, horribh o Through all the frosts and rains the west winds blow till the fields turn ripe and a harvest stored Tha feur ur air bar an tallamh, bar an tallamh, horribh o Through all the frosts and rains the west winds blow We will wait here till the winter's end So it's blood on blood, our bond, our word Tha feur ur air bar an tallamh, bar an tallamh, horribh o For the strength and weakness of our days is to take you there on a journey shared Tha feur ur air bar an tallamh, bar an tallamh, horribh o So take this ring, make it sparkle and glow it's much greater than we may ever know Back on the stamping ground to where it all began Back on the stamping ground We come again (Translation: There's a new grass growing on the top of the soil)