Alba chords by Skipinnish

• Capo on 1st

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Key: A

Difficulty: Novice

Skipinnish - Alba  ALBUM VERSION

CAPO 1  KEY A    BPM 136  You Tube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QedUJakJLk8

  Intro:
Bm A Bm A
Bm A Bm A


  Verse 1:
Bm      A
Air sgiath a' seoladh nan neoil
Bm      A
'S an domhain liath
Bm           A
Mar dhealbh a' tighinn beo tro na sgothan
     Bm     A
'S mi a' tilleadh gu tir
Bm    A
Alba nam beanntan ard
Bm       A
Nan acraichean lom
Bm       A
Thairis air na lochan mointich
  Bm        A
Nan coilltean 's nan gleann

  Chorus:
F#m  D A E  F#m  D A E
A.....l..ba   A.....l..ba


  Verse 2:
Bm        A
Ach 'se sealladh leointe is gann
Bm             A
Tha an seo aig ceann thall an linn
Bm      A
Talamh alainn nan daoine
    Bm         A
Fhathast an lamhan duine no dithis
Bm        A
Cuibhlean stolda mu dheas
Bm      A
Na fasaichean a tuath
Bm           A
An taigh-mor falamh an Dun-Eideann
  Bm      A
Gun chumhachd gun ghuth


  Chorus:
F#m  D A E  F#m  D A E
A.....l..ba   A.....l..ba
F#m  D A E  F#m  D A E
A.....l..ba   A.....l..ba


  Verse 3:
Bm         A
Sibhse chuir achadh ri achadh
Bm    A
Taigh ri taigh
Bm       A
Gus nach bi ait anns an tir
  Bm         A
An gabh sibh comhnaidh air leth
Bm           A
Ach 's math dhomh bhith seo an drasd
Bm         A
A cur failt air a' bhlas
Bm          A
'San tir a tha cho ur dhomh an diugh
     Bm         A   Bm F#m D
Is a bha i nuair bha mi 'nam phaisd


  Chorus:
F#m  D A E  F#m  D A E
A.....l..ba   A.....l..ba
F#m  D A E  F#m  D A E
A.....l..ba   A.....l..ba


  Chorus Slower:
F#m  N.C.
A.....l..ba   A.....l..ba
F#m  D A E  F#m  D A E
A.....l..ba   A.....l..ba


  Chorus:
F#m  D A E  F#m  D A E
A.....l..ba   A.....l..ba
F#m  D A E  F#m  D A E
A.....l..ba   A.....l..ba
F#m  D A E
A.....l..ba


Mark W

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

Scotland, Scotland Scotland, Scotland

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

Scotland, Scotland Scotland, Scotland
Scotland, Scotland Scotland, Scotland