Came to a land where the morning don't wait for the break of day. Nighttime comes as a surprise. Picked myself up, took myself far, far away. Far away from a big hearted man who looks into my eyes, says.
Hail ya ho boys, let her go boys. Turn her head 'round into the weather. Hail ya ho boys, let her go boys. Sailing homeward to Mingalay. . What care we how wild the Minch is?.
I was born in the middle of an ice storm. On the longest night of the year. And that frozen rain on the old window pane. Was the first sound I ever did hear.