Capercaillie - Sleep Softly My Darling Beloved

We are now in America
in the shade of the never-ending forest
When winter departs and warmth returns
nut, apples and sugar will grow.

Bear my farewell and greeting the Kintail and its cattle,
where I spent my time of upbringing when I was a young child
There dark haired lads would dance heel and toe to the music
and lassies with flowing tresses and cheeks like the rose