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[Intro] [Verse] The ferry docks in salt and grey I've been a thousand miles away The heather leans against the gate I'm home but maybe just a bit late The latch is rusted, cold and still Upon the crest of Barra hill The white-wash walls are peeling back Along the winding island track [Chorus] Oh, the tide is coming in Where the ancient songs begin In the chest of driftwood grain I can hear her voice again Through the mist and seal's cry Underneath a wide-lit sky I will sing the lines she wrote Every silver, haunting note [Verse] I found the key beneath the floor Behind the heavy kitchen door A cedar scent and yellowed lace I see the lines she used to trace Her ink is faded, blurred by time A simple rhythm, perfect rhyme She kept the spirit of the shore Locked within this wooden drawer [Pre-Chorus] The smallpipes start to hum Like the beating of a drum The harp begins to play Chasing all the ghosts away [Chorus] Oh, the tide is coming in Where the ancient songs begin In the chest of driftwood grain I can hear her voice again Through the mist and seal's cry Underneath a wide-lit sky I will sing the lines she wrote Every silver, haunting note [Bridge] The Atlantic wind is calling out my name The hearth is waiting for a brand new flame The selkies dance upon the jagged reef Turning every sorrow into soft belief I am the daughter of the spray and foam I’ve finally found my way back home [Verse] I tune the strings and start to trill While the world is standing still The low whistle breathes a sigh As the evening stars draw high The ballads aren't forgotten now I make a silent, sacred vow To keep the fire burning bright Deep into the island night [Chorus] Oh, the tide is coming in Where the ancient songs begin In the chest of driftwood grain I can hear her voice again Through the mist and seal's cry Underneath a wide-lit sky I will sing the lines she wrote Every silver, haunting note [Outro]
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