Alba chords by Runrig

🎸 Intro:

Dm C Dm C
Dm C Dm C



🎸 Verse 1:
Dm            C
Air sgiath a' seoladh nan neoil
Dm            C
'S an domhain liath
Dm                     C
Mar dhealbh a' tighinn beo tro na sgothan
      Dm             C
'S mi a' tilleadh gu tir

🎸 Verse 2:
Dm       C
Alba nam beanntan ard
Dm             C
Nan acraichean lom
Dm               C
Thairis air na lochan mointich
    Dm               C
Nan coilltean 's nan gleann


🎸 Chorus:
Am   F  C  G
A-a-a-a-lba
Am   F  C  G
A-a-a-a-lba


Link:
Dm C Dm C
Dm C Dm C


🎸 Verse 3:
Dm               C
Ach 'se sealladh leointe is gann
Dm                         C
Tha an seo aig ceann thall an linn
Dm            C
Talamh alainn nan daoine
         Dm                 C
Fhathast an lamhan duine no dithis


🎸 Verse 4:
Dm               C
Cuibhlean stolda mu dheas
Dm              C
Na fasaichean a tuath
Dm                     C
An taigh-mor falamh an Dun-Eideann
    Dm            C
Gun chumhachd gun ghuth


🎸 Chorus:
Am   F  C  G
A-a-a-a-lba
Am   F  C  G
A-a-a-a-lba


Link:
Dm C Dm C
Dm C Dm C


🎸 Verse 5:
Dm                  C
Sibhse chuir achadh ri achadh
Dm       C
Taigh ri taigh
Dm              C
Gus nach bi ait anns an tir
   Dm                  C
An gabh sibh comhnaidh air leth


🎸 Verse 6:
Dm                          C
Ach 's math dhomh bhith seo an drasd
Dm                 C
A cur failt air a' bhlas
Dm                    C
'San tir a tha cho ur dhomh an diugh
         Dm                  C
Is a bha i nuair bha mi 'nam phais


🎸 Chorus:
Am   F  C  G
A-a-a-a-lba
Am   F  C  G
A-a-a-a-lba
Am   F  C  G
A-a-a-a-lba
Am   F  C  G
A-a-a-a-lba


Link:
Dm C Dm C
Dm C Dm C


🎸 Chorus:
Am   F  C  G
A-a-a-a-lba
Am   F  C  G
A-a-a-a-lba
Am   F  C  G
A-a-a-a-lba
Am   F  C  G
A-a-a-a-lba



Translation

This flight is sailing through the clouds
And the blue heavens
The homeland appears like a developing photograph
Through the mists as I return to land

I see Scotland of the high mountains
And the empty acres
Flying low across the moorland lochs
The forests and the glens

Scotland

Scotland


But it's a wounding and a hollow sight
Here as we reach the end of the century
The beautiful soil of the people
Still in the hands of the few

I see the wheels of industry at a standstill
And the northern lands wasted
And the empty house in Edinburgh
Without authority or voice


You that have laid field upon field
House upon house
Till there be nowhere for you to be placed alone
In the midst of all the earth

But it is good for me to be here now
As I welcome the warmth
In this land that's as exciting for me today
As it was the day I was born