Blackened rocks like tombstones await the evening tide
Patiently reclining on the seaside
waiting for the coolness of the encroaching sea ever patient ever patient just you wait and see.
The tide has turned the tide has turned the seagulls cry above
over the bay to Mizen Head if only I could join the throng and fly o'er hill and sea far away to the Mizen head...just you wait and see.