An Ddlachd

When the moon shines bright

All leaves delight

Is to dance with the wind

Is to whisper in silence

Is to cover the world with a hint

Low lie the fields of fright

Enchanted by the moon

Embosomed by night

Our sillouhetles flow in the wind

The wind calls a secret name

And pale licking flames

Deride the rising night

Vyšlo na albech