She smiles at me From beyond the eastern sea-shore Flashing j**elled eyes She hoists her skirts so high Nouvelle cuisine or an oyster bar --- It's really up to her I'll write every cheque she brings to me I shoot on sight --- It's my European legacy Round the castle walls --- About the Highlands and the Islands The faint reminders stand A visitor who took a hand A thousand years ago, or so --- Stranded high and dry by tides --- Washed up a new identity The channel's wide --- But it's their European legacy I strain my eyes
Against the southern light advancing On whiter cliffs I'm high The sea birds roll and tumble as they fly I hear distant mainland music echo In my island ears My feet begin to move instinctively To the warmer beat of my European legacy She smiles at me From beyond the eastern sea-shore Flashing j**elled eyes She hoists her skirts so high Nouvelle cuisine or an oyster bar --- It's really up to her I'll write every cheque she brings to me She shoots on sight --- It's her European legacy