What is the way?
Whaur be the land o’ oor deliverance?
Whaur can I find me rest?
Whaur be the gentle waters?
Whaur be the soothing rays awe Sun?
Though I be a humble man
Not worthy o’ the prize
Yet dare to ask
This simple man o’ th’ sea
I seek no further than
Tae find th’ morrow
Tae gaze upon the
Colors o’ the nightfall
An’ the cool rising o’ th’ morn
I wonder through me watch
Will there be a day
With nae questions in me heart?
A hearth to keep the home fires burning
Crackling embers tae warm the night
The soft breathing of me true love by me side
Stars tae dream upon
Moon tae guide me footsteps
Wind and rain to moisten a thirsty land
Whaur be this place?
Fer this simple man o’ th’ sea
whaur I will find me rest
Whaur I will seek no mair
Beyond the stones o’ me garden.
