Two ruined villages scatter the shore
Cottages open to rain and to seaspray
I stood and I wondered at time and at change
In the fields above Applecross Bay
Sing me no songs of the right and the wrongs of it
Fingers of blame point to some other day
But I felt the cold wind of history's chill
In the fields above Applecross Bay
Down where the sky meets the sea
Raasay and Rona lie peaceful at rest
Sheep graze where children once played
In the fields above Applecross Bay
Sailors and fisher-folk, spinners and kelpers
Planting and harvesting, gathering hay
Living and dying and loving and crying
In the fields above Applecross Bay
Down where the sky meets the sea
Raasay and Rona lie peaceful at rest
Sheep graze where children once played
In the fields above Applecross Bay
Strangers came calling with fire and with sword
Soldiers and bailiffs to drive them away
Hunger and misery sent them at last
From the fields above Applecross Bay
Down where the sky meets the sea
Raasay and Rona lie peaceful at rest
Sheep graze where children once played
In the fields above Applecross Bay
Gulls wheel high over billow and foam
Calling like mothers of children who never came home
Huddled and frightened, the old world behind them
The New world is calling, the ship under way
Who can imagine their thoughts as they last saw
The fields above Applecross Bay
Down where the sky meets the sea
Raasay and Rona lie peaceful at rest
Sheep graze where children once played
In the fields above Applecross Bay
Two ruined villages scatter the shore
Cottages open to wind and to sea-spray
I stood and I wondered at time and at change
In the fields above Applecross Bay
Down where the sky meets the sea
Raasay and Rona lie peaceful at rest
Sheep graze where children once played
In the fields above Applecross Bay
Down where the sky meets the sea
Raasay and Rona lie peaceful at rest
Sheep graze where children once played
In the fields above Applecross Bay