Tomorrow we’re going Over the Sea to Skye after we’ve hooked up in Inverness via Heathrow, Schipol, and Glasgow Queen’s Street .
It’s Rosie’s 29th Birthday on Sunday and I’m so glad we can walk, talk ,relax and dig deep together . Being together is pure joy to me . I feel Rosie is with us and I feel safe – nuff said .
I’d never read the words of this song before , but they are relevant and sad aren’t they ?
Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul, he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye
Mull was astern, Rum was on port,
Eigg on the starboard bow.
Glory of youth glowed in his soul,
Where is that glory now?
Give me again all that was there,
Give me the sun that shone.
Give me the eyes, give me the soul,
Give me the lad that’s gone.
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.