On sun soaked seas
Baiting the hand lines
Neoscan at the oars
Turning the bows into the Morea wake
For the thrill of it all
Across the middle of the bay
A line of faces in the waiting hour
And I could see
The other world was here
Can you hear it now
We're just on the brink
Returning homewards
Together on
Alone
O mollaidh sinn
An gaol 's an gras
A thug dhuinn bith
Cho umhail fo ghrein
'S i dealradh sios
Air reultan cein.
And it was all there waiting
Just as we reached the door
Just as we reached the door
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