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Land Below the Waves
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 (?) 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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