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