Comhla rium  A tha thu an drasd  Mo shuilean duinte, mo chuimhne dan  Nam sheasamh a' coimhead  Gach cnoc is gach traigh  Is an siol a dh'fhag thu ann a 'fas  Tha an garradh lan  Le craobhan treun  Le meas a' fas dhuinn ann ri bhuain  Ubhlan abaich  Milis geur  Ach tha aon ubhal nach ruig sinn idir air  Is co 'nar measg  A mhaireas la  Seachad air am is air oidhche fhein  A liuthad uair  A shreap mi suas  Airson an ubhal as airde chur gu beul  Seididh gaoth is dearrsaidh grian  Tro mheas nan craobhan lin gu lin  Ach thig an la is thig an t-am  Airson an ubhal as airde  Air a' chraobh a bhuain  The Highest Apple  At present  All you were is with me  My eyes closed, my memory confident  Standing here watching  Each hill and shoreline  With the seed you left  Still growing  The garden is well stocked  With mighty trees  With fruit growing for the whole world  Ripe, sweet  And bitter apples  And the one apple  That is beyond reach  Who amongst us  Can exist a single day  Beyond our own time and our own limits  Countless and   futile  Are times I've climbed  To reach and taste  The forbidden fruit  The winds will blow  And the sun will shine  From generation to generation  Through the trees of the garden  But the day and the hour  Will surely come  To take the highest apple  From the knowledge tree