Land of the Setting Sun

Lyrics (Scottish Gaelic/English)

Words & Music by Talitha MacKenzie

A Dhiùc Chataibh 's an taigh mór geal a'd,
Cor’n a rinn thu leithid de olc
A' cur a mach na croitearn’n
S a' cur na caoraich mór ann?
Treabhair na thein', deòir a' ruith
Dh' fhalbh sinn le cridh'chean brist'
À àit’-breith de na sinnsearn'n a'inn'
Gu Tìr Dul Fodha na Gréin’

Thug thu fearainnen 's treabhair bhuainn,
Uisg' soilleir 's beanntan bhuainn
Chuir thu sinn' air Sligh' nan Iochd
Gu Tìr Dul Fodha na Gréin’

Thug thu fearainnen 's treabhair bhuainn,
Uisg' soilleir 's beanntan bhuainn
Chuir thu sinn' air Sligh' nan Iochd
Gu Tìr Dul Fodha na Gréin’

Great White Father in Washington
You swore that you’d always protect us from harm
But you turned away from the Tsalagi
And handed our homeland to the White Man
Houses burning, falling tears
We had to leave after so many years
The sacred place of our Ancestors’ birth
For the Land of the Setting Sun

Clan of Cat and Clan of Bird, you walk between two different worlds
Bound together in a single heart that holds your love of the land

John Ross, Kueskuwi, from both personas you can see
The injustice and iniquity repeated again and again

We tried to hold on to our heritage
We tried to hold on to our property
But at the end of the day, we were sent away
To the Land of the Setting Sun

You took our land and our homes from us
Crystal clear water and mountains from us
You’ve put us on the Trail of Tears
To the Land of the Setting Sun

You took our land and our homes from us
Crystal clear water and mountains from us
You’ve put us on the Path of Ghosts
To the Land of the Setting Sun

Treabhair na thein', deòir a' ruith
Dh' fhalbh sinn le cridh'chean brist'
À àit’-breith de na sinnsearn'n a'inn'
Gu Tìr Dul Fodha na Gréin’

Translation (English)

Oh, Duke of Sutherland in your big white house
Why did you do such an evil thing: casting out the crofters and replacing them with sheep?
Houses burning, tears falling
We departed with hearts broken
Out of the place of our ancestors’ birth to the
Land of the Setting Sun

You’ve taken land and homes from us
Sparkling water and hills from us
You’ve put us on the Path of Ghosts
To the Land of the Setting Sun

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