Runrig - A Reiteach [Acoustic][*] Lyrics
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A Reiteach [Acoustic][*]
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What Are The Lyrics For A Reiteach [Acoustic][*] By Runrig?
Bi mo leannan geal is alainn
Le briathran geallaidh thar chaich Bi sinn druidhe an smuid an aoibhnis An oidhche phosas mo run Nam shuidhe cluinntinn ceol a' reitich 's duilich cur an aghaidh dan A' feitheamh son a lamh a mhaireas An oidhche phosas mo run Tog glainne mhor na slainte Thoir an cearcall chun an lar Theid sinn cuairt taobh cuil na gealaich An oidhche phosas mo run Tha i na seasamh aig a' reiteach Theid na reultan bun os cionn 's theid a ghrian air chall gu madainn An oidhche phosas mo run Togaidh sinn horo ghealaidh Horo ghealaidh horo togaidh Sinn horo ghealaidh Horo ghealaidh horo English Translation: My love will be unblemished With the words of devotion Beyond all others We will be drenched in the stupor of joy The night my love weds I am sitting listening to the music of the reiteach It is impossible to stand against destiny Waiting for the eternal bond the night my love weds Lift high the glass of celebration Take the circle to the dance floor It will take us to the far side of the moon The night my love weds She is now standing at the reiteach There the stars will lose alignment The sun will go missing till morning The night my love weds Let's celebrate Let's celebrate |
Who Wrote A Reiteach [Acoustic][*] By Runrig?
Calum Macdonald, Rory Macdonald
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What's The Duration Of The A Reiteach [Acoustic][*] By Runrig?The duration of A Reiteach [Acoustic][*] is 4:29 minutes and seconds. |
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