In the late of a sunset rendezvous Chill breeze against tide that me through you Got a job in a southern city, got some lead-free in my Now I must goodbye, I'm bound for the mainland
in the city, cut by a cold sea People moving on an ocean, of humanity
Now the sun breaks through rain as I Glen Shiel On the trail of those old cattlemen who their bargain south again And in the of those five, five sisters of Kintail There's a wink of from the mainland
Island in the city, cut by a sea People on an ocean, groundswell of humanity Storm-lashed on the high-rise, their words are to the wind Blown silent laughter, falling on ears of tin
Take my and take my brawn Take by stealth or take by Set my brain to I can see the of the suburb lights I'm fresh from the Singin' the mainland Was in mainland
There was a girl where I from Seems like a time, long time gone by Wears the west wind in her She from the hill Yeah, she calls in my mainland Up in blues
It's the blues
There's a coast road that winds to heaven's Where a fat ferry floats on diesel roar And there's a light on the hillside and a flame in her eyes But how the lights burn on the mainland
in the city, cut by a cold sea People on an ocean, groundswell of humanity Storm-lashed on the high-rise, their are spray to the wind Blown like silent and falling on ears of tin In my blues