Where You Are Not/ Far a bheil thu às

I loved you in the hush of dawn, Where mist clung soft to the hills. Your name was a flame in my chest, And silence could not hold it still. I reached for you in empty air, And found my soul unraveling there. Bha gaol agam ort aig briseadh an latha, Far an robh ceò a’ còmhdach nam beanntan. Bha d’ ainm na lasair nam broilleach, Agus cha b’ urrainn sàmhchair a chumail. Shìn mi mo làmhan dhan adhar falamh, Agus thàinig mo chridhe às a chèile. The longing burns like winter fire, No comfort in its glow. I walk through days that feel like ash, Where once your light would grow. My heart is stitched with threads of ache, Each beat a whisper of your name. Tha an cianalas a’ loisg mar theine geamhraidh, Gun blàths, gun fois na lasair. Tha mi a’ coiseachd tro làithean mar luaithre, Far an robh do sholas roimhe seo. Tha mo chridhe air fhighe le snàithleanan pian, Gach buille na bhìoradh d’ ainm. Where you are not, I break. Where you are not, I burn. Love is not gentle when it waits It howls, it aches, it turns. Come back to where the wild winds call, Come back to where my soul still falls. Far a bheil thu às, tha mi briste. Far a bheil thu às, tha mi ’nam theine. Chan eil gaol ciùin nuair a dh’fheumas e feitheamh Tha e a’ glaodhaich, a’ goirteachadh, a’ tionndadh. Thig air ais far a bheil na gaothan fiadhaich, Thig air ais far a bheil mo chridhe fhathast a’ tuiteam. If stars could speak, they’d cry for you. If rivers could run backward, I’d follow. But all I have is this aching song, And the echo of your shadow. Nan robh na reultan comasach air bruidhinn, bhiodh iad a’ caoineadh air do shon. Nan robh na h-aibhnichean a’ ruith air ais, leanainn iad. Ach chan eil agam ach an òran seo làn cràidh, Agus mac-talla do sgàil.