Lyrics - The Boat
As the surf beat cold on the western shore,
As the sun set low on the Irish Sea,
I saw the sail of a tiny boat,
Through the mists of time it sailed to me...
The man at the helm played a golden harp,
And sang of the hills of a distant home,
At the pointed prow stood a woman in white,
With a silver cross and a black lodestone...
Mens strong arms pulled the boat ashore,
Calloused hands helped her to the land,
She built a hall for the silver cross,
Dropped the travellers stone in the cold, wet sand...