Comhla rium
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A tha thu an drasd
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Mo shuilean duinte, mo chuimhne dan
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Nam sheasamh a' coimhead
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Gach cnoc is gach traigh
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Is an siol a dh'fhag thu ann a 'fas
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Tha an garradh lan
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Le craobhan treun
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Le meas a' fas dhuinn ann ri bhuain
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Ubhlan abaich
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Milis geur
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Ach tha aon ubhal nach ruig sinn idir air
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Is co 'nar measg
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A mhaireas la
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Seachad air am is air oidhche fhein
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A liuthad uair
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A shreap mi suas
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Airson an ubhal as airde chur gu beul
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Seididh gaoth is dearrsaidh grian
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Tro mheas nan craobhan lin gu lin
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Ach thig an la is thig an t-am
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Airson an ubhal as airde
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Air a' chraobh a bhuain
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The Highest Apple
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At present
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All you were is with me
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My eyes closed, my memory confident
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Standing here watching
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Each hill and shoreline
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With the seed you left
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Still growing
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The garden is well stocked
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With mighty trees
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With fruit growing for the whole world
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Ripe, sweet
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And bitter apples
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And the one apple
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That is beyond reach
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Who amongst us
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Can exist a single day
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Beyond our own time and our own limits
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Countless and futile
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Are times I've climbed
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To reach and taste
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The forbidden fruit
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The winds will blow
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And the sun will shine
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From generation to generation
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Through the trees of the garden
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But the day and the hour
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Will surely come
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To take the highest apple
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From the knowledge tree
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An Ubhal As Airde (The Highest Apple)
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