Day In A Boat - Runrig

On sun soaked seas

Baiting the hand lines

Neoscan at the oars

Turning the bows into the Morea wake

For the thrill of it all

Across the middle of the bay

A line of faces in the waiting hour

And I could see

The other world was here

Can you hear it now

We’re just on the brink

Returning homewards

Together on

Alone

O mollaidh sinn

An gaol 's an gras

A thug dhuinn bith

Cho umhail fo ghrein

'S i dealradh sios

Air reultan cein

And it was all there waiting

Just as we reached the door

Just as we reached the door