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?