Land Below The Waves Lyrics - 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 

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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 

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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 (?) 

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