LRC歌词
作曲 : Dougie MacLean
作词 : Dougie MacLean
When first he rounded Pabay Mor and met the mountian waves alone
Ther was fear til there was fear no more
Wild Atlantic son
He learned her gentle he learned her strong til he could feel her every heaving breath
And he knew that he could do no wrong
Wild Atlantic son
On the shoulders of the ocean on the bare back of the sea
Held in her eternal motion someone to carry me
Well the tide rolls dark round Gallen Head and the wind has nowhere left to turn
And the broken rocks the sea will bleed
Wild Atlantic son
And there she sleeps and there she roars and in a moment surging foul becomes
It's a force to steal the sailor's life
Wild Atlantic son
When first he left the west Loch Roag in gentle calm and suset fill
With wandered eyes he dreamed so still
Wild Atlantic son
作词 : Dougie MacLean
When first he rounded Pabay Mor and met the mountian waves alone
Ther was fear til there was fear no more
Wild Atlantic son
He learned her gentle he learned her strong til he could feel her every heaving breath
And he knew that he could do no wrong
Wild Atlantic son
On the shoulders of the ocean on the bare back of the sea
Held in her eternal motion someone to carry me
Well the tide rolls dark round Gallen Head and the wind has nowhere left to turn
And the broken rocks the sea will bleed
Wild Atlantic son
And there she sleeps and there she roars and in a moment surging foul becomes
It's a force to steal the sailor's life
Wild Atlantic son
When first he left the west Loch Roag in gentle calm and suset fill
With wandered eyes he dreamed so still
Wild Atlantic son
文本歌词
作曲 : Dougie MacLean作词 : Dougie MacLean When first he rounded Pabay Mor and met the mountian waves alone Ther was fear til there was fear no more Wild Atlantic son He learned her gentle he learned her strong til he could feel her every heaving breath And he knew that he could do no wrong Wild Atlantic son On the shoulders of the ocean on the bare back of the sea Held in her eternal motion someone to carry me Well the tide rolls dark round Gallen Head and the wind has nowhere left to turn And the broken rocks the sea will bleed Wild Atlantic son And there she sleeps and there she roars and in a moment surging foul becomes It's a force to steal the sailor's life Wild Atlantic son When first he left the west Loch Roag in gentle calm and suset fill With wandered eyes he dreamed so still Wild Atlantic son
