Skipinnish – Alba chords

   [Intro]
Bm  A  Bm  A
Bm  A  Bm  A


   [Verse 1]
Bm            AAir sgiath a' seoladh nan neoil
Bm            A'S an domhain liath
Bm                     AMar dhealbh a' tighinn beo tro na sgothan
         Bm          A'S mi a' tilleadh gu tir
Bm       AAlba nam beanntan ard
Bm             ANan acraichean lom
Bm             AThairis air na lochan mointich
    Bm               ANan coilltean 's nan gleann


   [Chorus]
F#m   D  A  E   F#m   D  A  EA.....l..ba     A.....l..ba


   [Verse 2]
Bm               AAch 'se sealladh leointe is gann
Bm                         ATha an seo aig ceann thall an linn
Bm            ATalamh alainn nan daoine
        Bm                  AFhathast an lamhan duine no dithis
Bm               ACuibhlean stolda mu dheas
Bm            ANa fasaichean a tuath
Bm                     AAn taigh-mor falamh an Dun-Eideann
    Bm            AGun chumhachd gun ghuth


   [Chorus]
F#m   D  A  E   F#m   D  A  EA.....l..ba     A.....l..ba
F#m   D  A  E   F#m   D  A  EA.....l..ba     A.....l..ba


   [Verse 3]
Bm                  ASibhse chuir achadh ri achadh
Bm       ATaigh ri taigh
Bm              AGus nach bi ait anns an tir
   Bm                  AAn gabh sibh comhnaidh air leth
Bm                      AAch 's math dhomh bhith seo an drasd
Bm                 AA cur failt air a' bhlas
Bm                    A'San tir a tha cho ur dhomh an diugh
         Bm                  A     Bm  F#m  DIs a bha i nuair bha mi 'nam phaisd


   [Chorus]
F#m   D  A  E   F#m   D  A  EA.....l..ba     A.....l..ba
F#m   D  A  E   F#m   D  A  EA.....l..ba     A.....l..ba


   [Chorus Slower]
F#m   N.C.A.....l..ba     A.....l..ba
F#m   D  A  E   F#m   D  A  EA.....l..ba     A.....l..ba


   [Chorus]
F#m   D  A  E   F#m   D  A  EA.....l..ba     A.....l..ba
F#m   D  A  E   F#m   D  A  EA.....l..ba     A.....l..ba
F#m   D  A  EA.....l..ba


Mark W

[Translation]

This flight is sailing through the clouds
And the blue heavens
The homeland appears like a developing photograph
Through the mists as I return to land
I see Scotland of the high mountains
And the empty acres
Flying low across the moorland lochs
The forests and the glens

Scotland, Scotland

But it's a wounding and a hollow sight
Here as we reach the end of the century
The beautiful soil of the people
Still in the hands of the few
I see the wheels of industry at a standstill
And the northern lands wasted
And the empty house in Edinburgh
Without authority or voice

Scotland, Scotland Scotland, Scotland

You that have laid field upon field
House upon house
Till there be nowhere for you to be placed alone
In the midst of all the earth
But it is good for me to be here now
As I welcome the warmth
In this land that's as exciting for me today
As it was the day I was born

Scotland, Scotland Scotland, Scotland
Scotland, Scotland Scotland, Scotland