Testo Our Sea

Our sea, deep and still tonight
Volcanoes rise and ferny islands slope
Down to the sea the road is icy
We can walk to the town through the hail tonight

If we bought a house with the money she left
What would be embedded in the walls?
Lambswool cloths and bullets of the old war But I gave the money to rocks left by glaciers

Till dawn comes with her snowploughs
It's a snowy plough which arcs above us now
Some warm back ayont straps
Keeps me demure through a Trojan Glasgow

If we bought a house with the money she left
What would be embedded in the walls?
Lambswool cloths and bullets of the old war
But I gave the money to rocks left by glaciers
And I threw the rest into deeper waters