Dreamin’ of the sea
The wind is off the shadowed land
The dawn’s behind the Cowan’s Hill
The boats equipped the engine’s warm
I wave goodbye and let the mooring slip
Port Logan shrinks behind me now
The silent stars come sweeping down
From Ireland beams of white reach out
But this spring morning I’m East Tarbet bound
And Crammag’s light winks up ahead
Across the rippling ebb’s white flow
The glow of Belfast starts to fade
a million twinkling stars all head for home
But from Dunman a darkness hangs
Around the tideswept rocks below
And calls to mind the falling man
Who died there over sixty years ago
(chorus)
And if you see me on the waves
You know I must be free
And if you see me on the shore
I’ll be dreaming of the sea
Beyond the triple arch and cave
The wrecked Zafaris points the way
Towards the distant Isle of Man
And looming, lonely, Mull of Galloway
The dawn sneaks round its ancient face
and razor bills in hordes take flight
The Puffins swivel in the tide
Reflected in the early morning light
A pair of deer break cover from
The heights above the broken cliff
And watch me as I head north-west
Before the sun, across the tidal rip
And suddenly the bay’s in sight
The shingle glistening in the light
And on the jetty stands old Jim,
A city boy turned refugee from life
(chorus)
And if you see me on the waves
You know I must be free
And if you see me on the shore
I’ll be dreaming of the sea
Written by Jim Hogg