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