The rain falls straight, not like the ocean spray
The breeze still bites, but salt-less blows away
The sun still shines, but only from the sky
It casts no rainbows here through sea-mist to my eyes

The gulls don’t chase; no selkies come my way
I’m run aground, from sea to shore displaced
They made me leave my love, they made her sail away
Our time was done, they said, so lost on land I wait

It feels so strange to stand on solid ground, without the swell and sway
Like a babe torn from the cradle, I just cannot rest this way
I miss the ocean’s ebb and flow, how she carried me away
I’m so weary of this harbour, I miss my love each day.

I worked the line; Oban to Castlebay
‘Lord of the Isles’; she never missed a day
Star of the fleet, pride of the Hebrides
I know that boat the way she knows the sea

It feels so strange to stand on solid ground…

My tears fall straight, not like the ocean spray
The breeze still bites but salt gets blown away.