Tide Lines are a four-piece band from the Scottish Highlands.

Their … Read Full Bio ↴Tide Lines are a four-piece band from the Scottish Highlands.

Their sound has been described as “...Folk with rousing rock, sparkling electronics and escapist lyrics....awash with arms-aloft sing-alongs.” (The Sunday Times) and “...roaring tunes embracing anthemic lift-off and wide-eyed wonderment” (The Daily Mirror)

Their latest album, Eye of the Storm, finished its first week at number 12 in the UK Album Charts in May 2020: topping both the Scottish and Independent album charts in the process.

In 2019, they were named “the Rising Sound of Scotland” at the Nordoff Robbins Scottish Music Awards - one month after selling out the 1900 capacity Barrowland Ballroom in just 5 minutes.

The band formed in 2016 and write most of their original material in English but always with a nod to their Gaelic heritage.

Muile
Tide Lines Lyrics

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Bho ′n tha mi gun sunnd, 's gur dùth dhomh mulad,
Cha tog mi mo shùil, ri sùgradh tuilleadh
Cha tèid mi le mùirn gu cùirt nan cruinneag,
′S mo rùn am Muile nam mòr bheann

Am Muile nan craobh tha 'mhaighdean bhanail,
Don tug mi mo ghaoil 's mi faoin ′am bharail;
′S ma chaidh e fo sgaoil 's nach faod mi ′faighinn

Gun taobh mi caileagan Chòmhaill

Bho 'n tha mi gun sunnd, ′s gur dùth dhomh mulad,
Cha tog mi mo shùil, ri sùgradh tuilleadh
Cha tèid mi le mùirn gu cùirt nan cruinneag,
'S mo rùn am Muile nam mòr bheann

Do shlìos mar an fhaoilean, taobh na mara,
Do ghruaidh mar an caorann, sgaoilt′ air mheangan;
Sùil ghorm a's glan aoidh fo chaoin-rosg thana
'S tu ′n òigh a mhealladh gach òigear

Bho ′n tha mi gun sunnd, 's gur dùth dhomh mulad,
Cha tog mi mo shùil, ri sùgradh tuilleadh
Cha tèid mi le mùirn gu cùirt nan cruinneag,
′S mo rùn am Muile nam mòr bheann

Tha smuaine neo dhà an tràth-s air m' aire;
Cha ′n innis mi chàch ceann-fàth mo ghalair;
Ged laidheas mi tràth, cha tàmh dhomh cadal,
'S do ghràdh ga m′ sgaradh an còmhnaidh

Bho 'n tha mi gun sunnd, 's gur dùth dhomh mulad,
Cha tog mi mo shùil, ri sùgradh tuilleadh
Cha tèid mi le mùirn gu cùirt nan cruinneag,
′S mo rùn am Muile nam mòr bheann

Bho ′n tha mi gun sunnd, 's gur dùth dhomh mulad,
Cha tog mi mo shùil, ri sùgradh tuilleadh
Cha tèid mi le mùirn gu cùirt nan cruinneag,

′S mo rùn am Muile nam mòr bheann
'S mo rùn am Muile nam mòr bheann

Overall Meaning

The Tide Lines song "Muile" is a nostalgic and sentimental tribute to the Isle of Mull in Scotland. The lyrics describe the singer's sadness and longing for the island when he is away from it. He yearns for the beauty and magic of the island, specifically mentioning the maiden of the trees, with whom he had fallen in love. He remembers her clear blue eyes, which are said to captivate every young man who sees her.

The lyrics also express the singer's uncertainty and confusion about his present circumstances. He reflects on his illness and grief over his lost love. Despite his despair, he cannot seem to find sleep, and his love for the island and its people remain unwavering.

Overall, "Muile" is a heartfelt and poetic ode to the singer's home and the sentimental memories he has of it, creating a touching tribute to those people and places in our lives that hold a special meaning.

Line by Line Meaning

Bho ′n tha mi gun sunnd, 's gur dùth dhomh mulad,
Since I am without sound, and sadness is native to me,

Cha tog mi mo shùil, ri sùgradh tuilleadh
I cannot raise my eye in pleasure anymore

Cha tèid mi le mùirn gu cùirt nan cruinneag,
I will not go with merriment to the court of the glasses

′S mo rùn am Muile nam mòr bheann
My love is in Mull of the great peaks

Am Muile nan craobh tha 'mhaighdean bhanail,
In Mull of the trees, there is a fair maiden

Don tug mi mo ghaoil 's mi faoin ′am bharail;
To whom I gave my love and am under her sway

′S ma chaidh e fo sgaoil 's nach faod mi ′faighinn
And if it were parted, I could not find it

Gun taobh mi caileagan Chòmhaill
Without the side of Mary from Camasulva

Do schlìos mar an fhaoilean, taobh na mara,
Your locks like the seagull, by the side of the sea,

Do ghruaidh mar an caorann, sgaoilt′ air mheangan;
Your cheeks like the rowan-berry, scattered on branches;

Sùil ghorm a's glan aoidh fo chaoin-rosg thana
Your bright blue eyes under a gentle and slender brow

′S tu ′n òigh a mhealladh gach òigear
You are the maiden who entices every young man

Tha smuaine neo dhà an tràth-s air m' aire;
There are unusual thoughts on my mind at this moment;

Cha ′n innis mi chàch ceann-fàth mo ghalair;
I don't tell anyone the reason for my sorrow;

Ged laidheas mi tràth, cha tàmh dhomh cadal,
Although I tire early, sleep does not come to me,

′S do ghràdh ga m′ sgaradh an còmhnaidh
And your love separating us forever