Bha e brèagha an-de (It was Beautiful Yesterday) There was a sailing vessel With many a sail proudly lapping in the wind A flag of the Celtic honor, in ruin an rented As all the sailors sing Of my love for you From long ago Before death became our friend Oh would I be sailing from stormy seas to the Scottish glens To lay some flowers at your side Your beauty is now far under My love ill wait for all eternity For loves resurrection’s stormy thunder Our bodies may be under stone Our memories long lost in tales and fable Let no man ever lay any such claim Our love was not the gift of briny seaworthy fame We be only stones, in a meadow blue When you come upon our fate Tiss with this verse, I state my case The life that escaped our sadly date Love though was true as sky For long ago, she bid adieu Her sadness at my drowning departure As I her lover was told to be Buried deep and under sea Both sadness and the tossing waves Took the life out of her and me So when you look at fading stones Remember the love that used to be