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....