O Ross, My Heart

Hush now, my Ross, let the wind hold your name, Through the birch and the bracken, it sings just the same. I’ve watched o’er your dreams from the first breath of day, And I’ll love you, mo chridhe, till the stars melt away. O Ross, my heart, my soul’s own fire, You’re the song that the pipers will play on the lyre. Where the thistle may bloom and the moon’s riding high, I’ll find you, I’ll hold you, though lifetimes pass by. Beneath the old rowan where whispers are heard, I carved us a promise in root and in word. The kelpies may call and the will-o’-wisp roam, But your voice is the one that will always lead home. O Ross, my heart, my soul’s own fire, You’re the warmth in the glen when the cold winds conspire. Should the mists try to take you beyond what I see, I’ll follow, I’ll find you, wherever you be. And when we are stories in stone and in sky, Let the loch know our names as the ages roll by. No end to this love, not in shadow or sea, For you are my forever, and you carry me. O Ross, my heart, mo ghraidh, mo rùn, You’re my dawn, my dusk, and the light of the moon. So sleep now, my darling, the stars overhead— I’ll love you forever, in life and in stead