This ship will carry me
Forward,
From the land
I will always call home.
The wind is cold,
The waves high and slate grey.
Écosse,
Je voudrais t'aimer,
Mais je ne peux pas.
This ship will carry me
Forward
Through stormy sea,
To land of my fathers,
Where the bagpipes
Mourn him still.
Écosse,
Je voudrais t'aimer
Mais je ne peux pas.
This ship will carry me
Forward,
From all i’ve ever
Held dear.
From joy and love,
To the land I never knew.
Ma belle France,
Je voudrais t'oublier
Mais je ne peux pas.
This ship will carry me
Forward,
And I know i will never
Return.
My heart is breaking,
Bleeding each moment.
Ma belle France,
Donne-moi du courage
À persévérer.
This ship will carry me
Forward
Leaving the past
Behind.
No longer a royal widow,
I am a new born bride.
Écosse, sois gentille
Avec ta fille
Perdue depuis longtemps.
This ship will carry me
Forward
To the skies of thunder,
Whispering winds,
Walls of coldest stone
And rivers of blood.
Adieu, ma France
Mon amour, mon tout,
Je ne te reverrai plus jamais.
For I am now
Mary,
The Queen of Scots.
This is achingly beautiful, Helena! I felt it in my soul.
Shouldn't it be
"Écosse, sois gentille
Avec ta fille" ?
Anyway, another nice one :)