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All Too Well (Scots Version)

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All Too Well (10 Minute Version) (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault) Written by Taylor Swift and Liz Rose
Translated into the Scots language by Iona Fyfe

Iona Fyfe: Vocals, Piano

All rights remain with Taylor Swift

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Ah walked throu e door wi you, the air wis caul
Bit samthin boot it felt like hame samhou
An ah, left ma scarf ere at yer sisters hoose
An ye’ve still goat it, in yer draaer, even noo

Oh yer sweet disposition, an ma wide-eed gaze
Wur singin in e car, getting lost upstate
Autumn leaves faen doon like pieces intae place
An I can picture it efter aa these days

An I kain its lang gan an
That magics nae here nae mair
An I micht be aricht, but ah’m nae fine at aa
Oh, oh, oh

Cause there we are again on at sma toon street
Ye aimaist rin the reid cause ye were luikin ower at me
Win in my hair, ah wis there
I mine on it aa ower weel

Photae album on e wark tap, yer cheeks were tirnin reid
Ye yaised tae be a wee bairn wi glesses in a twin-sized bed
An ye mithers tellin stories boot ye on e saft-baa (shinty) team,
Ye telt me boot yer past, hinkin yer future wis me

An ye were throwin me e car keys, feck e patriarchy
Keychain on e grun, we wur ayewis skippin toon
An I wis (t)hinkin on e drive doon, “ony time noo
He’s gan tae cry it luve” He niver caad it whit it wis

Till we wur deid and gaen and buried
Check e pulse an cam back sweirin it’s e same
Efter three month in e grave
An then ye windered far it wint tae as I reached fur ye
But aa I felt wis shame, an ye haud ma lifeless frame


An I kain its lang gan an
There wis nithin else ah cuid dae
An I forget aboot ye lang eneuch
Tae forget why I needit tae -----


Cause there we are again in e middle o the nicht
Wur duncin roon e kitchen in e refrigerator licht
Doon e stair, ah wis there
I mine on it aa ower weel

An there we are again fan naebdy hid tae know
Ye kept me like a secret bit ah kept ye like an oath
Sacred prayer an wid sweir
Tae mine on it aa ower weel, yeah


Mibbie we git lost in translation, mibbie I speired fur ower much
Bit mibbie iss hing wis a maisterpiece, till ye tirnt it aa up
Rinnin scared, ah wis there
An I mine on it aa ower weel

Aye ye call me up again, jist tae brak me like a promise
Sae casually cruel in e name o bein honest
Ah’m a crumpled-up piece ae paper lyin here
Cause I mine on it aa, aa ,aa


They cry aws well thit ends well, bit ah’m in a new hell
Ivry time, ye double-cross ma mine
Ye cried if we hid been closer in age,
mibbie it wid hae been fine

An that made me wint tae dee
The idea ye hid o me, fa wis she?
A niver-needy, iver-lovely jewel,
fa’s shine reflects oan you -----

Nae greetin in a pairty bathroom,
Sam actress speirin me “whit happened?”, YOU
That whit happened, you
You fa chairmed ma Da wi self-effacin jokes
Suppin coffee like yer on a late-nicht show

Bit then he waatched me waatch the front door aa nicht willin ye tae cam
An he cried “it’s supposed tae be fun, tirnin twinty-wan”


Time winna flee, it’s like am paralyzed by it
Ah’d like tae be my aul sel again, bit ah’m still tryin tae find it
Efter plaid sark days an nichts fan ye made me yer ain
Noo ye mail/sen(d) back ma things an I wauk hame alane

Bit ye keep ma auld scarf fae that verra first wik
Cause it minds ye o innocence an it smells like me
Ye ca get rid o it
Cause ye mine on it aa ower weel, yeah

Cause there we are again fan I luved ye sae
Back afore ye lost the wan real hing ye’ve ever kaint
It wis rare, ah wis there
An I mine on it aa ower weel
Win in ma hair, ye were there
Ye mine on it aa ower weel
Doun e stair, ye were there
Ye mine on it aa
It wis rare, ah I wis there,
I mine on it aa ower weel



An I wis niver gid at tellin jokes, bit the punch line gaes
I’ll git aulder, bit yer luvers bide ma age
Fae fan yer Brooklyn brak ma skin and banes
Ah’m a sodger fa’s returnin hauf her wecht

An did the twin flame bruise pint ye blue?
Jist atween us did the luve affair maim ye too?
Cause in this city’s barren cauld
Ah still remember the first faa o snaw
An hou it glistened as it fell
I mine on it aa ower weel


Jist atween us, did the luve affair maim ye aa ower weel?
Jist atween us, dae ye remember it aa ower weel?
Jist atween us, ah remember (jist atween us) it aa ower weel

Win in ma hair, ah wis there, I wis there (I wis there)

Doun e stair, ah wis there, I wis there

Sacred prayer, I wis there, I wis there

It wis rare, ye remember it aa ower weel

Win in ma hair, I wis there I wis there (oh)

Doon e stair I wis there, I wis there (I wis there)

Sacred prayer, I wis there, I wis there

It wis rare, ye remember it (aa ower weel)

Win in ma hair, I wis there, I wis there

Doun e stair, I wis there, I wis there

Sacred prayer, I wis there, I wis there

It wis rare, ye remember it

Wind in ma hair, I wis there, I wis there

Doon e stair, I wis there, I wis there

Sacred prayer, I wis ere, I wis ere

It wis rare, ye remember it

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from Iona Fyfe, released November 4, 2022

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Iona Fyfe Scotland, UK

Aberdeenshire folksinger, Iona Fyfe, has become one of Scotland’s finest young folk singers, rooted in the singing traditions of the North East of Scotland. The first ever singer to win the coveted title of Musician of the Year at the MG ALBA Scots Trad Music Awards 2021, Iona has been described as “one of the best Scotland has to offer.” (Global-Music.de)

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