We're an island once more
Cut off by a blast from the east
The Minch is in charge
and denies us passage
We're an island once more
Angry white horses
charge in rows
at any that dare venture out
We're an island once more
the wind sings a tune
in the wires that swing
to tell all our tales
We're an island once more
no ferries today
cowering in port
while the blast lasts
Warmth will return
the sea winking
lambs gambolling
in the southerly breeze
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