Spy the fair isle,
sew her from afar,
illuminated by starlight
are her green and lush coasts.
Hear the ancient songs calling,
calling for her children,
mourning the old ways
and sharing old wisdom.
See the waves carressing her,
gently embracing the soft shores,
the rough rocks breaking them,
making her strong.
And as you sail closer,
closer to the ancient isle,
you can hear her voice
and feel her woes.
And when her soil
is beneath your feet
you once again are part of her
and share her pain and glory.
