Literature
The Sgiathanach Mariner’s Return
I wrote this song while driving home in a snowstorm just before Christmas doing 35 miles an hour on I-95 during white out conditions with a hundred and 30 miles to go; Hoping not to have an accident, and wondering what my wife was going to do without me, and I was feeling sorry for myself for a minute, my muscles were cramping and the heater in my work van was barely able to keep up with the snow. I then imagined that if I had it bad what was it like to be an ancient mariner away for months or years. My wife's ancestors being from Sgai, Skye in English and so it began. Homeward, Homeward bring me home to home and to heal
[Verse 1]
Ship’s canvas taut, she skims the brine
He eyes the bow, the foam, the line
Grey cliffs lift up and break the roar
He minds the brae, the peat-smoke door
[Chorus]
Hameward, hameward, o’er the foam
Hearth and bairns and ingle’s gloam
Hameward, hameward, steer the keel
Bring me hame to hame and heal
[Verse 2]
Norlan’ wind cuts through his coat
Snaw-drift
