On Land Of Seal

Good bye summer, Ferry-loupers
Good day winter, Celtic rumours
From Pict to Norse, The naked isles
Go in exile back to the source

Good bye summer. History stopped
Good day winter. Silence dropped
On ancient tombs, For it's too late
They'll have to wait now for the blooms

The day the wind stopped, Everyone fell over.
There the matter dropped.

For drunken giants turned to stone
No more clients in the zone
The ones in prime, the ones from off
Are clearing off before the rime

On Land of Seal, The dark season
On Land of Seal, Will make you reel
On Land of Seal, The dark season will make you reel in Safe Haven
On Land of Seal, Puffins dancing on the rocks
On Land of Seal, Above the lochs, sea birds laughing
Puffins dancing on the rocks. Above the lochs, sea birds laughing