Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye
Footprints of sand
Following those who walked and wondered and sighed
Step by step, I go where they lead
And hold my heart open wide
I hear them sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye
Just once, I look back
A wave breaks the sand
And past and present collidе
Who I thought I knew
Thought she knew mе too
She was washed away with the tide
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye
Billow and breeze, islands and seas
Mountains of rain and sun
All that was good, all that was fair
All that was me is gone
Left in its place, a feeling, a freedom
A knowing that could not fail
If you ask who I am
I couldn't say
But I could tell you a tale...
I'd sing you a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
