Julie Fowlis Wind And Rain
Bha dà phiuthar ann 's iad a' coiseachd sìos an t-sràid
O an t-uisge is a' ghaoth
Phut an tè bu shine an tè eile dhan an t-sruth
Sìor chaoineadh, an t-uisge, is gaoir na gaoithe.
There were two sisters came walking down the street
Oh the wind and rain
Older one pushed the younger one in
Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
Oir thug Seonaidh dhan tè b' òige fàinne àlainn òir
O an t-uisge is a' ghaoth
Cha d' fhuair an tè eile aon sian dhe chuid
Sior chaoineadh, an t-uisge is gaoir na gaoithe
So she pushed her into the river to drown
Oh the wind and rain
Watched her as she floated down
Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
Flodradh gus an d'ràinig i linne mhòr a' chasg
O an t-uisge is a' ghaoth
Athair, o athair, seall an eala air an t-snàmh
Sìor chaoineadh, an t-uisge is gaoir na gaoithe
Then out of the woods came a fiddler fair
Oh the wind and rain
He plucked 30 strands of her long yellow hair
Cried oh the dreadful wind and rain
Is rinn e bogha grinn dhen gaoisnear bàn
Oh the wind and rain
Then he made a fiddle bow of her long yellow hair
Sior chaoineadh, an t-uisge is gaoir na gaoithe
Agus rinn e cnagan-fidhle dhe a corragan caola
Oh the wind and rain
And made fiddle pegs of her long finger bones
Sior chaoineadh, an t-uisge is gaoir na gaoithe
And he made a little fiddle of her own breast bone
O an t-uisge is a' ghaoth
Which sound would melt a heart of stone
Sior chaoineadh, an t-uisge is gaoir na gaoithe
Is an aona phort a thigeadh a-mach às an fhidheall
O an t-uisge is a' ghaoth
The only tune that the fiddle would play
Was oh the dreadful wind and rain
There were two sisters came walking down the street
Oh the wind and rain
Older one pushed the younger one in
Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
'Cos Johnny gave the youngest one a gay, gold ring
Oh the wind and rain
Didn't give the other one anything
Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
So she pushed her into the river to drown
Oh the wind and rain
Watched her as she floated down
Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
She floated till she came to the miller's pond
Oh the wind and rain
Cried Father, oh Father there swims a swan
Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
Thern out of the woods came a fiddler fair
Oh the wind and rain
He plucked 30 strands of her long yellow hair
Cried oh the dreadful wind and rain
Then he made a fiddle bow of her long yellow hair
Oh the wind and rain
Made a fiddle bow of her long, yellow hair
Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
And he made fiddle pegs of her long finger bones
Oh the wind and rain
And made fiddle pegs of her long finger bones
Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
And he made a little fiddle of her own breast bone
Oh the wind and rain
Which sound would melt a heart of stone
Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
And the only tune that the fiddle would play
Was oh the wind and rain
The only tune that the fiddle would play
Was oh the dreadful wind and rain
