Mouth Music (translation) I See The Great Mountains
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 Composed by John Cameron (Ballachulish) in 1856 This tune evokes a mixture of emotions; it has often been played in funerals, including John F. Kennedy's in Arlington, Virginia, 1963
