Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bee Celtic
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eleonora Kustova
Songwriter
Lyrics
FEAR A’BHATA (The Boatman)
How often haunting the highest hilltop
I scan the ocean, I sail tae sea
Wil’t come tonight , love, wil’t come tomorrow
Wil’t ever come love to comfort me?
CHORUS:
Fhear a bhata no horo eil'e
Fhear a bhata no horo eil'e
Fhear a bhata no horo eil'e
Oh fare thee well, love, where e'er we be!
They call thee fickle, they call thee false one
And seek tae change me but all in vain!
For thou art my dream yet through the dark night
And every morning I watch the main!
There's not a hamlet too well I know it
Where you go wandering or set a while.
But all its old folk you win wi' talking
And charm it's maidens with song and smile!
Doth thou remember the promise made me,
The tartan plaidie, the silken gown,
The ring of gold with thy hair and portrait?
That gown and ring I will never own!
Written by: Eleonora Kustova
