St. Kilda

We all rose when the pouring broke

I opened my eyes when the stranger spoke

Slowly stroke through windswept course

Tempted by the vice on the shore

Oh now the time has come

I’m not sure what we have done

Misty moor, mountain path

We sing the songs they'll never come back

Golden dream, winter leaves

We'll never forget a single thing

All aboard and gather round

Fogs disappear, make no sound

The Lord tells us no one must stay

Father threw his friend in the bay

Big wrong doing’s done

Pray the apostle’s speech around

Stolen dream as the land goes down

We [ ] sit and sing as we gather round