Winds of Time / Goth Lu Ane

Winds of Time

Goth Lu Ane

Lo, now close thy eyes and sleep,

Lo, aney gur ere shill un slei,

Lo, fold they hands and keep.

Lo, huar ere and un coninnaeil.

Winds of my brothers;

Goth lu mein darthecha;

Winds of my sisters;

Goth lu mein darthechi;

Winds of my mother;

Goth lu mein muthair;

Winds of my father;

Goth lu mein fathair;

Carry them away beyond the mountains grey,

Marr dier unwey beyen la sliemun gey,

To pastures new and to valleys of the deepest blue,

Tu feilda nua na tu glentere tu la doimen blu,

Where the spirits shall roam,

I getha thura spa fiche rom,

Until they are called home.

Goti siadi a calth home.