The beauty and tranquillity, something calls me, I’m sure; have I been there before?
The magical allurement, the ruggedness, and the polar transition from the calm to the tempest;
The people so friendly; they all want to know; where are you from; where it is that you go;
Looking out across azure blue ocean, produced many a wonderful, and inspirational notion;
At port the harbour, and starboard Dunnet Head, and there in the sea, lies the jewel in the bed;
Whatever the weather, there’s something quite awesome; to gather my mind and to take something else from;
Moody; peaceful or stormy, or calm like a bomb; an emotional description of where we’re all from;
What was that? Something strange in the sky, caught my eye; just the lights as they blinker and flicker, and fly
The energy that’s there, and in abundance it falls; and across the vast sea, is a place without walls;
The Hamnavoe ferry takes you so forth, from tiny Scrabster port; Stromness bound, as you go North;
And there across the ocean does lie; the place, that I think, I once lived, and I died
An abundance of modern and pre-historic stuff, but the energy’s for me, and perhaps that’s enough,
In the midst of the stones where the energy’s so strong; for the Ring of Brodgar my heart doth long;
I could’ve moved there, until the day that I die, but she was f##king insane, and so the f##k was I
