Air Falalalo (Arr. Roberton)

Air falalalo horo air falalalay

Falay falo horo air falalalay.

There’s lilt in the song I sing, there’s laughter and love;

There’s sang o’ the sea and blue from heaven above.

Of reason there’s none, and why should there be, forbye,

With the fire in the blood and toes, the light in the eye?

The heather’s ablaze wi’ bloom, the myrtle is sweet;

There’s song in the air; the road’s a song at our feet;

So step it along as light as the bird on the wing,

And, stepping along, let’s join our voices and sing.

And whether the blood be Highland, or Lowland, or no’;

And whether the hue be white, or black as the sloe;

Of kith and of kin, we’re one, be it right, be it wrong,

If only our hearts beat true to the lilt o’ the song.