Lyrics - Applecross Bay
Two ruined villages scatter the shore,
Cottages open to wind and to seaspray,
I stood and I wondered at time and at change,
In the fields above Applecross Bay.
Sing me no songs of the right and the wrongs of it,
Fingers of blame point to some other day,
But I felt the cold hand of history's chill,
In the fields above Applecross Bay.
Down where the sky meets the sea,
Raasay and Rona lie peaceful at rest,
Sheep graze where children once played,
In the fields above Applecross Bay.
Sailors and fisher-folk, spinners and kelpers,
Planting and harvesting, gathering hay,
Living and dying and loving and crying,
In the fields above Applecross Bay.
Strangers came calling with fire and with sword,
Bailiffs and soldiers to drive them away,
Hunger and misery drove them at last,
From the fields above Applecross Bay.
Gulls wheel high over billow and foam
Calling like mothers of children who never came home
Huddled and frightened, the old world behind them,
The New world is calling, the ship's under way,
Who can imagine their thoughts as they last saw,
The fields above Applecross Bay.
Two ruined villages scatter the shore,
Cottages open to wind and to sea-spray,
I stood and I wondered at time and at change,
In the fields above Applecross Bay.
Applecross Bay
© Nick Keir MCPS/PRS
From album - 'Where the Sky Meets the Sea' (Greentrax CDTRAX 232)
