paroles de chanson Land Below the Waves - Skipinnish
Bring
to
me
the
morning
And
the
dawning
of
the
day
Speed
up
the
sun
and
forward
turn
The
clocks
that
slow
our
way
Bring
down
the
moon
and
shining
stars
And
hold
the
night
time
long
Wake
up
the
larks
and
bittern,
start
To
sing
tomorrow's
song
Get
the
ferry,
set
for
sea
As
fast
as
can
be
done
Let
go
the
ropes
and
free
our
hopes
Of
western
skies
to
come
The
rising
sun
to
starboard
As
the
boat
leaves
Oban
Bay
Our
homeland
dreams
return
in
streams
And
fill
the
dawning
day
For
I
want
to
go
Where
the
great
Atlantic
roars
From
the
cliffs
of
Kennavara
To
majestic
Skerryvore
And
breathe
again
the
air
My
island
body
craves
And
feel
again
the
freedom
Of
the
land
below
the
waves
Like
barley
in
the
wind
We've
been
scattered
far
and
thin
From
the
cruelty
of
the
Clearance
To
the
pressures
we
live
in
No
matter
where
we
roam
Over
land
or
over
foam
The
island
pulls
the
children
Of
the
barley
to
come
home
See
Ben
Hynish
and
Ben
Hough
And
the
early
morning
glow
Then
houses
rising
from
the
sea
As
land
begins
to
show
You
know
you're
homeward
bound
Steaming
by
the
Gunna
Sound
With
passion
then
you
stand
again
Upon
your
island
ground
For
I
want
to
go
Where
the
great
Atlantic
roars
From
the
cliffs
of
Kennavara
To
majestic
Skerryvore
And
breathe
again
the
air
My
island
body
craves
And
feel
again
the
freedom
Of
the
land
below
the
waves
The
island
of
Tiree
And
its
land
and
soil
and
sea
Goes
through
the
bone
like
fire
and
stone
And
who
you're
born
to
be
On
the
world's
fickle
face
Unyielding
anchors
to
a
place
The
guiding
star
of
who
you
are
Your
people
and
your
race
Stand
on
Kewaunee
Or
the
shores
of
Hudson
Bay
The
wilds
of
Argentina
Or
New
Zealand's
earth
and
clay
Our
seeds
are
growing
wide
But
the
roots
of
island
pride
Will
bring
us
all
together
On
the
flooding
of
the
tide
And
I
want
to
go
Where
the
great
Atlantic
roars
From
the
cliffs
of
Kennavara
To
majestic
Skerryvore
And
breathe
again
the
air
My
island
body
craves
And
feel
again
the
freedom
Of
the
land
below
the
waves
For
I
want
to
go
Where
the
great
Atlantic
roars
From
the
cliffs
of
Kennavara
To
majestic
Skerryvore
And
breathe
again
the
air
My
island
body
craves
And
feel
again
the
freedom
Of
the
land
below
the
waves
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