As the gale swiftly rise over the rocks

I saw an eagle take flight

It was a misty morn upon the lochs

In the stillness of the night

And what my eyes did see

The secrets I cannot say

For caught deep inside the pale blue moon

Was the shadow of another day

The tide washes to the shore

And the boats give sway

And the crimson sky cries out for more

As another fisherman, is buried today.

And the sea keeps on churning its rage

And still we do not heed

For the tide will always wash away

Man’s stinking quest for greed.

Until another day comes upon us

And we gather once more

At the foot of the great raging sea

And watch another fisherman, come to shore.