In the late hours of a sunset rendezvous —
Chill breeze against tide, that carries me from you.
Got a job in a southern city — got some lead-free in my tank.
Now i must whisper goodbye — i’m bound for the mainland.
Island in the city, cut by a cold sea.
People moving on an ocean. groundswell of humanity.
Now the sum breaks through rain as i climb glen shiel
On the trail of those old cattlemen who drove their bargain south again.
And in the eyes of those five sisters of kintail
There’s a wink of seduction from the mainland.
Island in the city. cut by a cold sea.
People moving on an ocean. groundswell of humanity.
Storm-lashed on the high-rise — their words are spray to the wind.
Blown like silent laughter. falling on ears of tin.
Take my heart and take my brawn.
Take by stealth or take by storm —
Set my brain to cruise.
I can see the glow of the suburb lights.
I’m fresh from the out-world —
Singing the mainland blues.
There was a girl where i came from.
Seems a long time, long time gone by.
Wears the west wind in her hair.
She calls from the hill — yeah, she calls
In my mainland blues.
There’s a coast road that winds to heaven’s door
Where a fat ferry floats on muted diesel roar.
And there’s a light on the hillside — and there’s a flame in her
Eyes, but how cold the lights burn on the mainland.
Island in the city. cut by a cold sea.
People moving on an ocean. groundswell of humanity.
Storm-lashed on the high-rise — their words are spray to the wind.
Blown like silent laughter. falling on ears of tin
In my mainland blues.
