She Is the First / Is i a’ Chiad Dachaigh

She is the first home I ever knew, A shelter made of arms and grace. Her voice, a balm in storm and still, Her gaze, a soft and sacred place. Is i mo dhachaigh, mo shìth, mo neart, Gun chumha, gun chrìoch, gun cheist. Tha gaol aice gun chrìoch no crìonadh, Tha i mar sholas nam beann. She feeds the soul with patient hands, With warmth that never asks for more. She carries worlds we’ll never see, And still she opens every door. Is i mo dhachaigh, mo shìth, mo neart, Gun chumha, gun chrìoch, gun cheist. Tha gaol aice gun chrìoch no crìonadh, Tha i mar sholas nam beann. She gives, she holds, she never breaks, She builds us from the quiet ground. In her, the first breath of love begins A sacred, steady, endless sound. Is i mo dhachaigh, mo shìth, mo neart, Gun chumha, gun chrìoch, gun cheist. Tha gaol aice gun chrìoch no crìonadh, Tha i mar sholas nam beann.