Jewels Of The Minch ( 1988 )
The day has started to lose it's fight,
the key has turned in the door of night
but I am watching my life take wings and fly
The years have softened the edge of fear,
the winds of experience dry my tears
and I'm releasing my dreams across the sky
This island's your history my father had sighed,
your future's far from here....
I will sail by Ardnamurchan to the jewels of the Minch
and I'll be home tho' the ocean makes me fight her every inch
I have burned the years behind me in the fires of my youth
yet they keeps the embers glowing for a fool
Glasgow reached with an iron hand,
it's fiery furnace took command
danced me fast through it's flames then set me free
Now London screams and invades my sleep,
it's lured me further, it's dragged me deep
but I have answered a softly whispered plea
My island is calling with patient faith
all of my doubts have gone....
I will sail by Ardnamurchan....