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
 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 Kewaunee
 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