Every time I look you in the eyes
The ship, it sails, to coal soaked skies
Wandering pilgrim pretend
That there's no beginning, no middle or end
Port Ellen took me in from sea again
Any port in a storm will do for me
Tarns and dales and becks and craggs and scars and all the pain
The shivering beast failed to swim and drowned in peat all over again
Keep them weaning so they'll never see the meaning
Oh my God, it's got me saying: "Oh dear!"