Colin McEwan

Colin McEwan

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Ailsa Craig

Written By: Colin McEwan

Her grandfather told her
As she sat upon his shoulder
Gazing at the Firth of Clyde

“When you mother was a girl
I sailed this world
Upon yon seas so wild.

“I brought tea from China
Cotton from Carolina
Wheat from flame leaf Canada

“But no matter where I’d roam
I knew I was coming home
When I spied Ailsa Craig

“I watched cargoes shift in gales
And I watched the dancing whales
Heard their siren songs echo from the deep

“Watched the ice form on the mast
In the freezing Arctic blast
In the tropics lay in heat that steals your sleep.

“But no matter where I’d roam
I knew I was coming home
When I spied Ailsa Craig/”

Now it’s the turning of the tide
Out in the Firth of Clyde
As she stands upon the shore

The years gave come and gone
Children born and raised and flown
Now she stands alone once more.

In this world of so much change
She thinks how some things do remain
Feels comfort in the wind and the rain

And in the singing of the birds
She can hear the old man’s words
As she gazes upon Ailsa Craig.