Fall On Your Knees

Chì mi na Mórbheanna
(I See the Great Mountains)
Iain Camshron, 1856

O chì, chì mi na mórbheanna,

o chì, chì mi na còrrbheanna

  O chì, chì mi na coireachan,

 chì mi na sgoran fo cheò

Chì mi gun dàil am t-àite ‘san d’rugadh mi

cuirear orm fáilte ‘sa chànaima thuigeas mi
Theibh mi anmaoidh agus gràdh nuar ruigeam

 nach reicinm air thunnaichean òir

Chì mi anm coilltean, chì mi anm doireachan,

chì mi anm magh an bàna is toraiche
Chì mi na féidh air làr nam coireachan

 falaicht’ an trusgan de cheò

Beanntaichan àrda is àillidh leacainnean

sluag ann an còmhnaidh is còire cleachdainnean
‘S aotrom mo cheum a’leum ‘gam faicinm

 is fanaidh mi tacan le deòin

**********The first book written by Ann Marie MacDonald reminds me of this song*******

 
 
 
I See the Great Mountains ( Chi Mi Na Morbheanna translated)
  Oh, I see the great mountains
Oh, I see the lofty mountains
Oh I see the corries
I see the peaks under the mist
 
I see right away the place of my birth
I will be welcomed in a language which I understand
I will receive hospitality and love when I reach there
That I would not trade for tons of gold
 
I see woods there, I see thickets
I see fair, fertile fields there
I see the deer on the ground of the corries
Shrouded in a garment of mist
 
High mountains with lovely slopes
Folk abiding there who are customarily kind
Light is my step when I go bounding to see them
And I will remain a while there willingly