Little by little the night turns around.
Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn.
Lotuses lean on each other in yearning.
Under the leaves the swallow is resting.
Set the controls for the heart of the sun.

Over the mountain watching the watcher.
Breaking the darkness
waking the grapevine.
One inch of love is one inch of shadow
Love is the shadow that ripens the wine.
Set the controls for the heart of the sun.
The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun.

Witness the man who raves at the wall
making the shape of his questions to Heaven.
Whether the sun will fall in the evening
will he remember the lesson of giving?
Set the controls for the heart of the sun.
The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun.
 

"Icy wind of night be gone this is not your domain"
in the sky a bird was heard to cry.
Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds
belied the deathly silence that lay all around.

Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground.
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea.

In the lazy water meadow I lay me down.
All around me golden sun flakes settle on the ground.
Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon
bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room.

Hear the lark harken to the barking of the dark fox gone to ground.
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees.

In the lazy water meadow I lay me down.
All around me golden sun flakes covering the ground.
Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon
bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room.

Hear the lark harken to the barking of the dark fox gone to ground.
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees,
laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea.
 

Aye an a bit o’ mackerel, fiddler, rack and fear,
and I rutted down by the hade and the furrow
well, I slipped me in a flop and hit down and I shied,
and I cried, cried, cried.

The fear of fallin' down aft' taken, never back to rise
And then cried Mary and I tucked up
Wi’ a Claymore  out and about
And I run down, down the mechyn sty,
And back on fiery hore that was fallin' around the feet.

"Never", I cried. "Never shall ye get me alive
Ya rotten hound of the Burnie Brae".
Well, I snapped for a blade and a Claymore cut and thrust
And I fell down before him 'round his feet.

Aye, a roar he cried! Frae the bottom of his heart
That I would nay fall but dead, dead as a can by a feat deah...

[In English] Thank you.