Immen dúath caeda
Sui tollech, gwanna (thach) omen
Boe naid bain gwannathar
Boe cuil ban firitha

With a sigh
You turn away
With a deepening heart
No more words to say
You will find
That the world has changed
Forever

I amar prestar aen

And the trees are now
Turning from green to gold
And the Sun is now fading
I wish I could hold you
Closer

Time and Tide
Will sweep all away

Boe naid bain gwannathar
Boe cuil ban firitha