April comes to the new grass on the hills of goldnTha feur ur air bar an tallamh, bar an tallamh, horribh onnWhere winter falls in the long cold northnBlack waters wait in the Ice and snownTha feur ur air bar an tallamh, bar an tallamh, horribh onnBlack waters wait in the Ice and sunnThrough the glens where your great rivers runnnSo we tend and we nurtur all the seeds we've sownnTha feur ur air bar an tallamh, bar an tallamh, horribh onnThrough all the frosts and rains the west winds blowntill the fields turn ripe and a harvest storednTha feur ur air bar an tallamh, bar an tallamh, horribh onnThrough all the frosts and rains the west winds blownWe will wait here till the winter's endnnSo it's blood on blood, our bond, our wordnTha feur ur air bar an tallamh, bar an tallamh, horribh onnFor the strength and weakness of our daysnis to take you there on a journey sharednTha feur ur air bar an tallamh, bar an tallamh, horribh onnSo take this ring, make it sparkle and glownit's much greater than we may ever knownnBack on the stamping groundnto where it all begannBack on the stamping groundnWe come againnn(Translation: There's a new grass growing on the top of the soil) n