On sun soaked seas Baiting the hand lines Neoscan at the oars Turning the bows into the Morea wake For the thrill of it all Across the middle of the bay A line of faces in the waiting hour And I could see The other world was here Can you hear it now We're just on the brink Returning homewards Together on Alone O mollaidh sinn An gaol 's an gras A thug dhuinn bith Cho umhail fo ghrein 'S i dealradh sios Air reultan cein. And it was all there waiting Just as we reached the door Just as we reached the door