Beinn Caladh

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It’s been many years since I’ve looked from the heights
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Of Beinn Caladh - my hill haven home
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Since that fair time I have seen many sights
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And I know not how long I may roam

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The green trees sing of my homeland and guide me with lessons to learn
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The wind it pleads and it queries of the day when I shall return

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I’ve looked on the beauty of Erin and Wales
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And each one in turn has touched me
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I’ve travelled on ships with large, painted sails
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O’er many a bonny sea

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The green trees sing of my homeland and guide me with lessons to learn
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The wind it pleads and it queries of the day when I shall return

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I’ve played for the kings of many a land
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I’ve sung for whomever might hear
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But none can compare to the loving attention
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Of Beinn Caladh - the home I hold dear

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The green trees sing of my homeland and guide me with lessons to learn
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The wind it pleads and it queries of the day when I shall return

©1984, 1995 Gwyn Singer